This summer I decided I wanted to finally improve my piano playing. I found a teacher, a newly baptized member of our church. We set up a time for the lessons. And I launched myself into a challenging goal of practicing the piano at least an hour a day.
My first lesson I played very little, instead reviewing and learning theory. I went away after 3 hours with my head ready to explode. Each lesson after that there was theory and playing of scales and drills in which I would go home with throbbing and aching hands and forearms.
My hard earned progress has been painfully achingly slow. I have a few primary songs that I can play almost as fast as the children sing it.
At least 12 hours spent on this project weekly. When people ask me what I’ve been doing, and I wonder where my time has gone, why some of my projects stay in the still-to-be-done pile, I remember that I’m working on a project that is not visible to anyone that enters our home.
The sad fact is I can’t practice the piano and mop the kitchen floor at the same time.....so lately the kitchen floor has been skipped.
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