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So a few years ago I took up the cello, with the goal of learning to play well enough that I made someone cry because of the beauty of it.  I am a LONG way from there.  But occasionally, I actually find tears rolling down my face when there is a particularly harmonious moment.

I have a recital coming up and my teacher chose one of my absolute favorite pieces of music … Gabriel's Oboe.  I was so excited to practice and master this piece.  However the technicality of the music was much harder than I anticipated and, during my last lesson, I left in tears –  not the good kind.  I almost uninvited my few friends that I dared to risk to have them witness what happens when cello players get nervous (they get squeeky and out of tune).  

So the days following that terrible lesson, I was uber disciplined, trying to tighten all the places that were off – the timing, the pitch, the dynamics.  

I think this is the learning process:




I suck.  

Just kill me now.

No, really, I mean it.  I am an embarassment to humanity.

Throw shoulders into the harness,  nose to the grindstone.  Sweat.  Tears.  Ache.

It's getting better.

It's not all that bad.

Hey, it might actually be ok.

I am proud of this.

I am proud of ME.

For not giving up

and for making something beautiful.


Not a great recording, but if you want to listen, I am the harmony first, melody second. Disclaimer:  we are still BABY cellists.  Don't judge too harshly.  There are  some sour notes in there!