I love the cello.
I love it so much, I honestly almost cry every time I hear one.
I almost cried yesterday in Josh’s office when I was talking to him about it.
If I could be anything, I would BE a cello. Just kidding. But I love it almost that much.
So, I’ve always adored it and appreciated it and hoped I could someday become friends with someone who played it. Or maybe make one of my kids play it so I could sit and enjoy it all the time. And cry all the time.
But in the back of my head, I’ve always wanted it to be something I play. To not just appreciate it but to participate in it. I know that sounds like I was trying to come up with some cheesy tagline but that’s really how I feel about it. I don’t want to just love it.
So, I don’t really know what happened. I guess I just decided it was a good time. Yesterday I made a few phone calls and come next Friday, I will be starting my first cello lesson.
It’s funny really, because up until today when I went to pick up the cello I’m renting, I had never even touched one before. And I have never played a musical instrument in my life. I’ve tried learning how to play the guitar twice (the easiest instrument to learn, I hear) and gave up after like 5 minutes because I couldn’t believe how hard it was. I’m one of those people, who, if I’m not good at something immediately, I give up. So, I’m not good at much =)
So, this will be a very stretching thing for me and I can’t wait. I might be horrible. I might hate it. But I don’t care. I’m doing it. I’m doing something I always wrote off as something I couldn’t do and that’s an exhilarating feeling.
I’ll let you know how the first lesson goes =)