Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
–Kurt Vonnegut, from A Man Without a Country
I don’t sing in the shower, but I dance to the radio, and I tell stories, and sometimes I write lousy poems. I feel like my soul is still a tiny sapling. I hope it will grow.