I have been practicing since about 3:00 this afternoon. It is now 11:00 in the evening.
Now it hasn't been straight practicing. Believe me, I've taken some periodic breaks in between Bach, and scales, and arpeggios, and all of that Jazz.
Tomorrow is my Jury. This morning I was terrified, and completely stressed out. But I feel much better now. And I know it's going to be alright. After who knows how many hours of practice.
My fingers hate me right now.
I had some pretty rugged calices already, but now my finger tips are just torn to pieces. This semester has taught me a lot, and I'm excited to apply the knowledge I have to the next semester, but most of all it has taught me how much work music really is.
As cool as this sexy cello pose seams, it actually has some of the worst technique ever. That bow hold is atrocious. Ew. I can't even handle it. And no one would angle their left hand like that. She is making celloing much harder than it actually is.
This is actually what real celloing looks like. Yes. We all make weird faces when we play, but it is hard work, and our face is the last thing we want to think about.
It's a pretty unglamorous world. You get to be locked inside a practice room for 80% of life. Just practicing. An that's where I've been all semester, and especially all week.
Now I'm not trying to sit here and complain about my life, because at the end of the day, I love what I do. Even if it's sometimes a love/hate relationship. But I honestly love what I do.
It's. Just. Hard. And things that are worth it are usually hard. I will make it though. This semester has taught me so much, and I look forward to even better ones where I have things figured out. For now, I'm going to play my best tomorrow, and show them what I've got.
And here is to all of those in the musical trenches of life.
My brothers and sisters, it is hard, but it is worth it, and we can make it!
