I needed a bit of a break from real estate related activity this afternoon, and since I was stuck at my home office in the freezing rain, I decided to do some household chores. But before I started, I heard something calling me from a dusty section of the living room. Well, it wasn't a call really; more of a magnet, pulling me at first softly and then more strongly towards it.
I have always loved music, both hearing it, singing along with it, and playing it. I was a flutist in high school and still have my dusty flute sitting in a drawer. I purchased an acoustic guitar at one point and taught myself some simple notes and chords and songs. But in order to get better, I needed lessons and that didn't fit into my life at the time. So I focused on my desire to play the piano. I had taken lessons for about six months or so when I was a teenager, but I moved on to other things and didn't pursue it at the time. Perhaps seven or eight years ago, I purchased a Yamaha digital keyboard, my piano, and that's what was calling me today.
When I first bought it, I used it often. When I was stressed or down or frustrated or bored or just in need of some happiness, I played. I was never good in the "Oh, let's give a concert" way and I would rarely play for friends, but I got to a point where I could actually tell what song I was playing, which is a feat! If I practiced a piece many many times, it would eventually sound fluid and, dare I say it, good. The piano teacher of my youth had told me that while other students were technically great (hint: I wasn't), I played with feeling. And the thing is, I absolutely love making music. I love singing along. I don't even care if it sounds horrible, on those times when it does, because I'm playing it because it makes me FEEL. It makes me feel happy or patriotic or romantic or nostalgic, depending on what the song is. Playing music is one of the things that makes me feel alive.
But I've been ignoring my friend, the piano. For years life has been busy and I just haven't given myself permission to sit and play and enjoy. So today I said hello, once again, to my friend. I sat and played, very haltingly at first, but I played familiar notes. And as my fingers and the keys became reaquainted, the notes I was playing started to turn themselves into songs I know. And I realized it had been way too long since I'd been with my musical buddy, and I vowed not to let my skills get rusty and my piano get dusty and I vowed to make sure I take the time to make my heart sing along.
Hello my old friend, it's been too long!