I used to have cello lessons on Tuesdays at 4pm. My teacher, Luna, got a summer gig playing on Tuesdays, so she wanted to change me to Thursdays. It took a little while to get that straightened out, and I’d already missed a couple of lessons before that due to either depression (mine) or gigs (hers), so it’s been like 6 weeks since I’ve had a lesson. I was supposed to start again today, but I’ve got a chest cold and am exhausted.
But! I just practiced my cello for the first time in like a month, between the depression and illness and discouragement over the change in my lesson schedule. It felt really good, and I actually sounded reasonably good. Well, good for me. Good for an amateur student at the end of Suzuki book one. I was pretty happy with my playing. My right thumb got a bit tired, having not held a bow in a while, but I think my intonation is better than it used to be? I used to not press too hard and be timid about it, whereas I’m supposed to be playing louder and with confidence. I did that today. For several minutes I just did all the scales I know (C, G, D, A), and then worked my way through the Suzuki book from the beginning to piece #14, at which point my right thumb announced that it wanted to stop bowing for a spell. There are only 17 pieces in the book, so not bad. (Understand that all the pieces in the book are under a minute long, so it’s not like I was playing for hours. Half an hour total, maybe, including the scales.)
Sometimes practices feel like they’re working, and some days it feels like everything’s wrong. This was a good one. I’m happy.