The adage “You can never go home again” is more true to me now than ever.

After several years trying to get my saxophone chops up, I’ve come to the realization that it’s time to move on.

I sold the instrument I grew up on, played my way through the military and college on in the mid-1990s. Twenty years later I made several solid attempts at regaining my playing chops, but have realized that it’s simply better left in the past.

There’s nothing wrong with moving on. I keep telling myself.