I have decided to rearrange my technique as a classically trained violinist. It began years ago, when as an adult with two small children, and helping to care for our ailing mother, I stopped progressing as a violinist. I no longer had time for the hyper focused practicing, nor the energy to really decipher what the challenges were that I was facing. I hobbled along, keeping my toe in the bucket, but I never really swam. Now, I am done with waiting. I’ll turn 42 this summer. Now is the time. As my mother, who was a wonderful cellist and singer, was passing away from cancer last year, she said something beautiful to us. Her last clear words to us were “Celebrate now”.
Celebrate. Life can be difficult and feel like a slog. When you are grieving and drained of all joy, it can get very dark. So, I’m reaching for things to celebrate. Each sunrise, each small victory raising with young boys. I even celebrate hard work. I’m digging deep. Gone is the voice telling me I can’t get any better. I will not listen. Come back and follow my progress!
Fiddling around 