Crossing the Bridge

The metaphor is due to my recent trip to NY, where you often have to cross a bridge to get anywhere.

In my previous post, I wrote about my lack of motivation. I know it is not completely gone though. As I am sitting here, I am listening to Trio of OZ and really feeling it. I mean, I would love to play like this or many other players, and I can even visualize myself doing it at times. The trick is, getting from where I am now to there...

No, wait.

Really, there is no single bridge that will get me to the other side. In fact, there is no other side. It is a step by step journey. It does not end. I have to remind myself that each step is different, and some will feel great and others will seem insignificant. But each one is necessary.

Tue, 2011 05 10 at 2:05 PM |Permalink for this entry

Finding Inspiration

For most of this year, I had really been on a roll. I was really driven to learn more (on piano) and I think I may have been as well. But, for reasons I won't get into here as well as possibly others I haven't figured out yet, I recently lost the fire that was driving me.

That's not to say I'm giving up by any means, but it has been a bit of a struggle of late to do as much with the instrument that I had been. Seeing and feeling the difference, it sucks. I like being driven better.

(I also realize that I'm describing "being driven" like it is something external, but I know it is not and this is all me. It always was and always will be.)

Mon, 2011 05 09 at 2:07 PM |Permalink for this entry