My Mom & My Cello

In the July 2013 blog, I wrote that I wish I would have played the cello for my mom. My cello case had been collecting its fair share of craft room dust while the rest of my life lunged forward into fast-play.  When I decided to free my cello from it's cage, it was to fulfill a promise. The promise, you'll remember, was to honor my mother by taking lessons and playing again.  Well, guess what?!  Today is April 18th, my mother's birthday, and I'm happy to tell you that my craft room is minus one cello!
My first lesson was in January.  If you could peer into my home one night a week, you'd see me carefully descending the stairway with 4 ½  feet of encased cello leading the way.  I twist and turn my way through the house and into the garage where I somehow manage to lay my 10 pounds of potential in the back seat of my car,  climb in, take a couple of deep breaths and drive us both to the local music store where my instructor imparts between a half hour to forty five minutes worth of music instructions into this 52 year old brain.  Now, you might not be impressed, but I think my mom would be pleased! Happy Birthday Mom!
This is a short post, but stay tuned... I'll be sharing some insights I've picked up on my way to cellist-extraordinaire!

And you? Didn't you make a promise too? What does your life look like now that you're doing something new?