True story. A couple of weeks ago, I found myself feeling...oh, what's the word...a bit bleh and a lot of b*tchy. I didn't want to be on the computer; I didn't want to clean; I didn't want to hang with my family in the overheated family room. So, I headed downstairs and sat down at the piano. And you know what, it was actually VERY therapeutic. I spent just a half hour playing some of my favorite pieces, and I felt happier and more focused.
I would be foolish to ignore the powerful implications of my little exercise, so I will definitely be devoting a little bit of time each week to it. Avery seems to sit at the piano frequently, so I'm hoping I can convince her to learn a new piece with me this year...a piano duet...one of my favorite things!
She's also a soprano...perfect for this alto who finds great pleasure in harmony. Maybe I can bribe her to sing a song or two with me on occasion.