But taking piano as a mom of young children meant finding 30 minutes a day without anyone tugging on me, and I found if I made those free 30 minutes a day, I didn’t devote them to “Sunny Parade.” Not when there are novels and naps and teaching myself to back up a MySql database instead. So piano practice for me as an adult didn’t work out. My younger sister took up piano at the same time, and she’s playing all the hymns now, so people of character can do it. You rock, Trish.
I’m at the piano again, perhaps third time is the charm. No teacher this time, just me and the keyboarding course I ordered from church distribution last month. I skipped ahead to page 57 and spent Sunday afternoon with “Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee.” One note at a time, decades of familiarity, and a sweetness I don’t have to wait until I’m good enough for.
If I make it up to playing both hands at the same time, I’ll let you know.
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