I’m trying really hard to pay attention to signs. To see the joy and the promise in little things.
One of my badges is learning how to play the piano. I am tone deaf. I can read music on a basic level, but I can’t really HEAR mistakes. I took piano lessons from age seven to about 14, and was mediocre at best. I mostly viewed it as a chore. My mom used to tell me I had nice piano playing fingers, and I think a lot of her pushing me to play came from the fact that SHE had always wanted to play piano. And I resented that. I quit and never played again.
But I love music, and I’d like to make some. I will never be a great piano player, but who cares? I’d just like to play a song. Yesterday I met a woman who teaches beginning and intermediate piano lessons. I told her I was interested and she asked if I had any rhythm. I said no, and saw her face fall. “Well that’s going to be hard,” she said. But before I could revert to being a tone-deaf nine year old, she gave me her card. “Let’s do it,” she said. “Call me anytime.”
