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Spring arrived last night and I completely forgot about it, busy as I was with eating vietnamese food, seeing "Spider" and feeling miserable about the war.
It struck me the other day that I have a deep-seated longing to learn to play the violin. I'd love to play the cello as well, but it's just not as practical and my poor fingers seem too clumsy for the piano.
I put my Chinese lessons aside for the moment because they were just stressing me out when I'd much rather be concentrating on ballet. I missed ballet last year, I missed not being part of the recital and all that comes with it. This year I have more responsibility because of the classes I give, but it's still fun.
It's funny how you can do something for so long and almost forget why you're doing it; sometimes it's almost like a habit, albeit one I like. It hits me every once in a while that it's something I really love to do, enough that I'll work hard to improve myself and I'll find this desire to be better well up inside. That's something I find missing in my life, sometimes, the drive to ameliorate myself. Doing passive activities like reading doesn't require any effort on my part and the things I don't do very often aren't worth putting that much effort into.
I always thought I was more cut out to be a jack of all trades, master of none, but I now suspect that choosing to believe that is the easy way out. When I put my mind to sewing I'm always incredibly pround of the results and I know I can do the same with dance and, I hope, music. After all, I spent hours teaching myself "Fur Elise" and "Moonlight Sonata", never minding the hard work.
It struck me the other day that I have a deep-seated longing to learn to play the violin. I'd love to play the cello as well, but it's just not as practical and my poor fingers seem too clumsy for the piano.
I put my Chinese lessons aside for the moment because they were just stressing me out when I'd much rather be concentrating on ballet. I missed ballet last year, I missed not being part of the recital and all that comes with it. This year I have more responsibility because of the classes I give, but it's still fun.
It's funny how you can do something for so long and almost forget why you're doing it; sometimes it's almost like a habit, albeit one I like. It hits me every once in a while that it's something I really love to do, enough that I'll work hard to improve myself and I'll find this desire to be better well up inside. That's something I find missing in my life, sometimes, the drive to ameliorate myself. Doing passive activities like reading doesn't require any effort on my part and the things I don't do very often aren't worth putting that much effort into.
I always thought I was more cut out to be a jack of all trades, master of none, but I now suspect that choosing to believe that is the easy way out. When I put my mind to sewing I'm always incredibly pround of the results and I know I can do the same with dance and, I hope, music. After all, I spent hours teaching myself "Fur Elise" and "Moonlight Sonata", never minding the hard work.
