The first time I could successfully say, “Practicing violin isn’t that bad!”
Aided with social distancing due to the pandemic, I had ample time this summer to brush up on my scales and arpeggios, relearn Mendelssohn’s Violin Concerto in e minor, and learn Lalo’s Sinfonia Española. Even more valuable, however, this summer had allowed me to form a new bond with my childhood violin teacher, one with a refreshing and intellectually stimulating space of musical discussions.
This summer, I freed myself from making excuses: no interviews to stress about, no schoolwork binding me to my computer, no late-night social activities I was obligated to attend – just me and my violin. For the first time in my life, I was able to devote full energy and attention to my instrument.
I reconnected with my childhood piano teacher and became a temporary music theory tutor for her students. For the first time since elementary school, I felt enlivened walking into her house knowing exactly (more or less) what I was doing and what I had prepared to bring to the piano and to her students.
How ironic is it that in high school, I absolutely dreaded preparing a piece on my violin for our annual concerts? That when I took piano lessons, I absolutely loathed learning and practicing music theory? That now, as an adult, when there seem to be so many other life events that could spark joy for me, it is these very “childhood tasks” that make me smile? I will forever be grateful for this summer for helping me rediscover this appreciation for my instruments and musical mentors.