I believe that the pandemic has made me a more resilient person.
I’m able to handle certain stressors, like long-haul travel and government paperwork, with a new equanimity. Even my household chores are more doable than they used to be.
But this resilience depends upon rest. If I’m going to push past the bounds of what is comfortable, I also need to have time in which I’m able to retreat and relax, gearing up for the next challenge.
Read MoreI enjoy sailing. There’s nothing better than being out on the water on a sunny day, cruising along with the warm breeze on your face, removed from the cares of life on land, enjoying a new perspective.
However, sometimes it’s not like that at all. The wind might be bitterly cold. Or there’s so much fog you can’t see anything. Or the water’s so choppy you get unpleasantly damp. Or you get rope burns. Or the wind suddenly dies, and you’re forced to row home.
Read MoreWhen you first start playing guitar, the physical pain can be quite a deterrent.
“It’s like getting a sunburn on your fingertips,” I tell students. “It’s okay. Keep playing every day — just take a lot of breaks.”
It gets worse before it gets better. However, for those who persist through the discomfort, magic awaits. Your body will, in obedience to your habits, provide assistance in the form of calluses. With this hardened extra skin, your guitar chords will ring out true and clear. Playing won’t hurt anymore, and your learning will accelerate.
Read MoreI’ve been teaching some online songwriting classes for kids.
It’s been a lot of fun. We’re making up silly lyrics about tacos and learning to jam a little bit.
These kids have varying levels of participation. Some of them are all in, chanting rhythms and offering little bits of melody. Some will sing along when they’re on mute but refuse to turn on their mics to share what they are doing. Some will propose some lyrics or answer questions in the chat. And some won’t contribute at all — their participation is limited to observation.
Read More“Yesterday, she sat at the piano and cried,” said Angie about her nine-year-old, “and today she’s refusing to play.”
It didn’t take much to soothe Angie, despite how dire the situation seemed. I told her that I’ve cried at the piano bench many a time. It’s normal. It doesn’t mean that her daughter has had enough and should quit piano. On the contrary, it means that she really cares about what she’s doing and a breakthrough is on its way if she sticks with it.
Do we want a child to feel this level of frustration in their first six months of piano lessons? Of course not. But Angie’s daughter had been playing for more than three years. She was an accomplished player for her age who was setting big goals for herself.
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