Friday, July 1, 2011
Now is the Only Time I Have to Practice.
Sometimes I suppose it is fine to give into my tiredness on a Friday night, and let go of practicing. But tonight is not going to be one of those nights. Seldom is actually, I love to begin my weekend with embracing music. I've been home from work for hours. I have rested, had a delightful dinner prepared for me, organized paperwork and had a wonderful walk along Sligo Creek. Plus I have a three day weekend in front of me. To the guitar, Now!
I refuse to give into the resistance. If you have not read nor listened to Steven Pressfields classic The War of Art get to Amazon and get a copy. I particularly love the gruffness of his voice on the recording and the frankness of his prose. If I don't practice Now, when will I?
Just writing about my resistance earlier, I felt energized. The blockage had a chink and I picked up my guitar. Beginning with an ear training exercise, I then began to improvise. Just having fun, I allowed years of work to guide my hands. Twenty-five minutes passed and I took a short break. Heading back down now. Truly, Now is the only time I have to practice.
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