When I was a little girl, around third grade, I wanted to quit playing the piano. I had been taking lessons for about 6 years by that tie and we just got to the point where the right and left hands were playing different melodies at the same time. I kept telling my mom that I couldn't get it. But she wouldn't let me quit. I would get up every morning before school and practice every day because I just couldn't go to my lesson and not be able to play. So finally I got it! The piano (after years of competitions) became my calming method. Throughout college I would go practice the piano in the dorm when I get frustrated with school work, or life. When I moved to Japan, my first stint of loneliness, I went to the bookstore and bought a keyboard. And now, present day, when my world feels like it's crumbling, I pick a new classical piece to study. I sit at the piano with a metronome on largo and start, right hand first, left hand second and then together. Some days, I don't know how long I Just sit and play, but when I finish, all is right in the world.
Moral of the story:
Find your center ...
Find your safe space ...
and, when life throws you lemons, put them in the fridge and let them sit until you centered yourself.
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