The Poet & Her Violin
Thank you for participating in last week's crush edition Confession Tuesday. It was fun to hear about the many poetry crushes. And how I can understand them, poets are such crushable people.
But it's a week later and I must confess something, something, something. I'm not even sure where to begin. To the confessional--
I confess last week of canceling all my plans except for my writing group and movie preview party was one of the best things I've done in a long time.
I am an introvert with extrovert tendencies and an optimistic mind. The three things combined cause me to make plans that sound fantastic with the belief that I will be able to go go go, when in reality, I find myself wishing I was staying home with book.
I confess I was the same girl in high school who used to skip parties to stay at home.
I confess I had a violin recital Saturday. I looked like Elf (think the Will Ferrell movie) as I was both the oldest and tallest violin student.
I have been taking violin lessons for the last year and I love it. I played in elementary school through high school in what was lovingly called "Dorkestra," but I was never any good. I'm still not wonderful, but I enjoy playing.
I played Gavotte in G Minor and The Irish Washerwoman. And I nailed the Irish Washerwoman! (though not literally as that would be wrong).
And while I know I should be too old or too mature to be motivated or excited by awards, I was thrilled that I got my Level 3 tassel. I rock!
I am still inspired by the film Who Does She Think She Is? and will probably be talking about it for a while.
I confess I am so glad so many of us create things.