Personal Reflective Essay: Music Analysis

I am pretty shoddy at several subjects. Year after year, math continues to utterly baffle me, and forget staying focused long enough to read a few chapters in most books. But no matter how many characters in a novel I mix up, or the countless times I get the order of operations in math wrong, there remains one ability that I can always fall back on, and that is writing music.
When I was little, my mom pushed me to learn how to play instruments and inflate my musical creativity. Before I could even spell “music”, she put me in choir and signed me up for recorder lessons to teach me how to read music at an early age. At home, she let me pluck away at her acoustic guitar and flip through books of lyrics she wrote and constantly told me how much music helped her cope with her job and her life in general. When I was six years old, I started teaching myself how to play simple tunes on guitar and explored song writing progressively. With the help of my mom, I studied for tests by setting imperative information I needed to memorize to a tune. By fourth grade, my teacher asked me to sing whatever song I made up aloud to the class multiple times a week before a test, in order to aid other auditory learners. Song writing remained the reason I received above average grades in school. As time went on, I started to write my own song lyrics and played

When I opened up my window seat and found my ten full music diaries, it hit me just how much I love writing music and how substantial it is in my life. Music continuously remained such a prominent element in my life that it became a habit and not just a hobby. I still pull out my phone to jot down lyrics that pop into my head and mindlessly hum notes until I find a pleasant