On a different note
I come from a family of musicians. My late father played the violin until he started to have arthritis in his left index finger. Near the end of his life he only played a little because the pain made it too difficult to finger.
My mother was a singer and in her youth she sang the lead in several musicals-- Carousel, The King and I, and Oklahoma! She wanted to be an opera singer, but my father happened. They had nine children and an entire life of trying to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads.
My sister and I sang "A Jolly Holiday" from Mary Poppins. We won the prize in our school because we not only sang, but did a small dance routine with it. My sister was ten and I was eleven. At nine I sang "O holy night" as a solo for the school Christmas program.
We did other things and we performed in other programs as a family. A couple of my brothers are good tenors and extremely talented pianists.
I've met some of my second cousins once removed when I was going through the family DNA process. Most of them either sing or play an instrument. Even my grandfather (RIP) put a small band together during his retirement to sing old classics like "Oh Susanna," and "Springtime in the Rockies." He and his buddies would play at elementary schools.
The music completely stopped for me after I spent too much money on college trying to get a degree. At the same time I was taking vocal lessons. The professor had picked me to be a student and I didn't realize then because my self-confidence was nil that I was good. I was really good. But I had been striving for so long by then and the music wasn't coming fast enough. Plus I was broke.
The entire trajectory of my life changed when I put down the music.
It was because of this decision that I went into the Navy, traveled the world, and met my late hubby. I became an electronics tech, got a BA in English literature, and then contracted a chronic illness.
I wonder sometimes if I had had any support that I might have made it in the music field. No, I didn't want to be a pop star. I wanted to be a musician.
It's funny how things turn out. Recently I met an older man in our apartment complex who used to sing with the Treniers, a group that lasted from 1947 to 2002. This guy was a nephew of the founding members of the group. He sits in the lobby with his boom box and CDs and plays music from the 1940s-1960s. Sometimes I'll sit and sing the music. He likes my voice.
So I don't have the ambition and energy that I had when I first tried to make it in my 20s. I didn't have the connections then or the connections this time either. But I can sing for my pleasure, if not for my supper.