As I had a particularly bad crash and burn while accompanying on the piano this week, I’ve started to wonder if I’ll ever be able to fully overcome my nervous hang-ups with that blasted instrument. I spend daily, concerted effort at practicing. You’d think all that work I could ensure perfection during performances. Yet, here I am, a grown woman who can only count on one hand the number of times I got a piano piece right while an audience was watching. Good thing I’m not the personality type that gives up, or I would have given up on this skill years ago. I guess if I had to find a silver lining in this struggle, it keeps me humble. My personality type that keeps me fighting can also start to get a little full of itself. If I was good at everything there would probably be no living with me—but ooo… (visualize me shaking my fist right here) what I wouldn’t give to be more consistent at the piano.
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