My instructor called the other day to say she'd be unable to continue lessons since she's moving away for a least a while.
It was a sad day for me. It seems unfair that she was the one that walked through the door to find a middle-aged guy without the first bit of musical ability and a horrid ear, and she's not going to get to see my (hopefully) continued development.
I can't imagine the pain she suffered as she heard my fledging attempts. She was so gracious to pat me on the head when I'd come in so excited about how I'd nailed my intonation and she'd say, "Well...that was better...but let's see if we can get it even better." She never failed to lift me up even as I was crashing and burning.
I'm certainly grateful for the solid foundation she's given me. I've obviously still got miles (light years?) to go, but I'm definitely not only on the track, but on the right one.
On the bright side, I have a new instructor. We've only had one meeting thusfar, but I'm excited to see what a new perspective will bring to my playing.
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