My piano sat in the front room at our last house. I walked passed it many times a day. Most days, I sat down and played it often, too often, if you were to ask my family. Mostly because I am not all that great, but practice makes you great, right?!
Before me moved I was in charge of Sunday music at church, I had been the choir director, primary pianist...and often I conducted the congregational hymns.
We moved and were only here a week when we found out about Lainey. The swelling was difficult and sitting at the piano was impossible. I could barely sit anywhere that my feet couldn't be up. My blood pressure was an issue, so much of my time was spent in the recliner with my feet propped up on pillows.
Going to orchestra was out, it was just too much, too many people to face.
Almost in an instant the music in my life was gone. I went from having music in every aspect of my life, including in the car, to having none.
It's crazy because I love music, all music.
I've started back with the orchestra and I am determined to play the Christmas concert. I'm not consistent enough with practice attendance yet, but I'm getting there. Still not sitting down at my piano. (How I miss my piano students!) I will, hopefully soon. And I almost can't stand to have the radio on in my car...some days I can, some days I can't.
It's crazy how much my life has changed in a year. The music is slowly coming back, which means so am I.
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