I just sat around playing my roommate's cello for the past half an hour or so. It was so fulfilling to just sit down and play my way through Suzuki book 1 + 2 playing and replaying my favorites remembering those years and years of struggle. Years of not wanting to practice, years of finally just sitting down and practicing and not being good at it, years of threatening to quit, years of bajillion recitals and orchestra concerts, years of rental and lesson fees.
And yet tonight after 10 years of lessons/playing and then four years away I could sit down and just play. It was lovely. So I want to thank my parents for the time, energy, and money they poured into my cello playing. I greatly appreciate now.
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you're welcom
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