I played my mom a lullaby last night, a new one, nothing she'd ever heard before, and she was tapping her foot, you know, just slightly, to a tune she didn't recognize, and it hit me, like, a truck, that I'd basically spent my whole life playing what she wanted to hear, every single day, every single day, and now that I'm retired, with all this empty time, I can’t stop thinking about what a cheat that was, what a waste, and honestly it’s kind of funny in a dark way, right? to only figure that out now, when she can't even tell the difference.