This morning, I've tuned in XM's Symphony Hall as I begin my work day; I find the music both satisfying and calming. Famed flutist James Galway is on, my second favorite flute player of all time (you just can't beat Jean Pierre Rampal....sorry, Jimmy!)
As I listen to Devienne's Flute Concerto #8, my fingers mimic his, patterns becoming familiar as I hear it once again. I played this as as state contest piece more than 25 years ago, back when I practiced 3 hours a day - every day - and no, I'm not kidding.
I aced it then. Now, anxiety grips my heart when I play, struggling through what once would have been effortless passages as a flutist with the Wausau Symphony Orchestra. What happened to me? What changed?
I once dreamed only of playing....now that dream is just a wisp of smoke. I wipe away tears as I mourn what I once was, and try to find contentment in what I have become.
As I listen to Devienne's Flute Concerto #8, my fingers mimic his, patterns becoming familiar as I hear it once again. I played this as as state contest piece more than 25 years ago, back when I practiced 3 hours a day - every day - and no, I'm not kidding.
I aced it then. Now, anxiety grips my heart when I play, struggling through what once would have been effortless passages as a flutist with the Wausau Symphony Orchestra. What happened to me? What changed?
I once dreamed only of playing....now that dream is just a wisp of smoke. I wipe away tears as I mourn what I once was, and try to find contentment in what I have become.
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