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Wednesday, March 21, 2018
On my fridge. Because, well...

Thursday, March 8, 2018
A new flame
Growing up, i had a pretty good life, i won't complain. My parents were (and thankfully still are!) the best. Really the best. They did everything they possibly could, not to make me "happy," but to provide the most opportunities for growth and development possible.

My dad played the piano as a kid, and at home there would be classical music playing. AD-NAUSEUM, 24/7. I would know when my parents woke up in the morning on the weekends because i would hear the downstairs radio turn on to a classical station. At bed time it would still be playing.

So one day, when i was about 11 or so, my parents asked me if i wanted to learn the piano. Cool! I said yes!

They signed me up for lessons and rented a piano that sat in the living-room. I was excited.

I started out strong. Practicing every day or so. As the weeks went on, my enthusiasm for the piano dwindled. Unfortunately, may parents really didn't "force" me to practice, which would have been preferable. The motivation was left up to me. And so i would come home from school, and there would be a million other things that i would rather do than practice piano, naturally. And so i didn't.
And when it was time to go to the piano teacher for my lesson, i would play exactly like i did the last session. He would ask if i practiced, and i sheepishly said no. He said, "you must practice!" I agreed, and then before you knew it, a week went by and the same story happened all over again.

Six months later, the rental period for the piano was up. Seeing my lack of enthusiasm, my parents pulled the plug. The movers came and took the piano away, and the lessons stopped. I remember feeling a little bit lighter as a kid, now that this ominous albatross had been lifted from my plate of responsibilities, and i could go on playing games and doing nothing constructive at will.

In hindsight? That move was probably the BIGGEST REGRET OF MY CHILDHOOD. Seriously. I can't tell you the times in my life where there was a piano in front of me, and i could only bang out a tortured version of Fur Elise, or the simplistic Bells are Ringing. Disappointing.

And now it's 2018. Alexander has recently discovered my old keyboard at my parents, and has fallen in love with it. With modern technology (AKA YouTube) he has been able to look up his favorite songs, and learn them quickly. He has since mastered the themes to Harry Potter, Start Wars, and Indiana Jones. He has expressed an interest in learning the piano, and i'll be dammed if i let this opportunity pass by. I will help encourage and foster his desire as much as i possibly can.

But wait! There's more! Watching him play has rekindled a desire in myself as well! Now that i am older, more disciplined (allegedly) and the master of my own time, i have decided to dive back into playing myself. I just purchased a brand new keyboard, and will be practicing a MINIMUM of 30 minutes a day, every day, for as long as i can. I will also look into this new fangled technology to see if it will be my teacher.
March will now be designated as my "self-improvement" month, and i hope to do just that.

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