Itís true that when you retire, you put miles on the rocker, lost in the warm reverie of the good old days.
As it should be. Ambition is a nag that we tolerate far too many decades. A good partner in her season, but once gone, the house is a lot more peaceful.
I drove down the mountain yesterday to pick up my cello. Snowy roads mean our packages are dropped at the convenience store two miles below.
I played cello from 6th thru 11th grade. I say played, but I really mean survived. We never really bonded. Playing 300-year-old music was part of it. But the real reason was the darn thing was too big to carry home to practice.
So 50 years later, Iím giving us a second chance.
So far she's only out of the box. But what a beauty! Especially since she only cost 200 bucks. Like taking a date for coffee instead of dinner, I didnít want to dive in too deep before feeling a connection.
But when I sat down and held her, I knew. My hands slid right into position. I remembered right where to touch her. When I picked up the bow, my fingers splayed right into classical position, just as they had 50 years ago. Muscle memory is real.
Now I have to relearn how to set her bridge and tune her strings. And then everything else.
I figure Iíve already broken even because I just love looking at her curves.
Especially since I only traded worth-less digital dollars for a real, physical, musical instrument. Suckers!
The perspective of age and experience has the power to make old things new. Itís fun to explore old experiences with fresh eyes.
I recommend looking back. Thereís a reason you experienced something in the past.
If you werenít quite ready for it then, I bet you are now.
Give it another go.
Are You Playing the Right Instrument?
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