A week away

I've been such a slacker this week. I've barely picked up the cello.

Worse, there's no good reason. Often it's just been late before I've gotten the time to practice, and by then I've been tired and looking for any excuse to skip it.

But I find that cello is like exercise. I often don't want to do it, try to find ways to avoid it, but after I do, I'm SO glad I did it.

Another of my struggles is that I'm such a noob. Although I recognize I'm getting better, I still don't feel like I can play a single piece without big mistakes. Everything still feels forced. Nothing flows. In short, I feel like someone trying to learn the cello, rather than a cellist.

At some point, I guess the scales will tip and I'll feel like a cellist. Although new pieces will always involve lots of work and fits and starts, older pieces will hopefully become like a comfortable blanket - things I can play decently without much thought.

I can't wait for that day to come. I just wish I knew whether it's 6 months, 3 years, or 10 years away.