I am learning a lot about playing the guitar.
I don’t know that I play that well, even after 9 years, but I love the hour I spend learning with my teacher,Jon Trotta. I love working with his process: logical, exciting, promising that I can be successful no matter how challenging it is learning classical guitar.
At the end of each lesson, as Jon walks to the door of my apartment,as he stands in the hallway with a last comment, I return inside with a smile, promising myself that I will practice, a lot and that promise always seems doable. In reality I often I don’t keep my promise but after every fresh lesson as I shut that door, I feel wonderfully optimistic.
Yesterday I did pick up my guitar later in the day and worked through some of our newest work and today is the first day of this new week and I promise to practice today. I promise. There’s nothing standing in my way. I promise..
There’s nothing like Monday night when I feel prepared for Tuesday morning.
I love learning and it is messy, that’s for sure.