I was trying to diagnose my back and posture tonight. Not much was going right and I noticed tension creeping into my back. I know I sound like a grumpy old man complaining about aches and pains. It’s not as bad as I’m making it sound. I am merely identifying some problems I need to solve.
Screeching across the G string again, although sometimes I did get a nice tune. I was huddled over the cello tonight, short and choppy and closed. I did manage to open up towards the end, though. I think it takes time to warm up. Tonight was doubly frustrating because I had more tuning to do than usual, which meant less playing.
My only goal was to get the first line of Allegretto in tune. Not very ambitious, I know.
My obstacles are my teachers, so I must pass them by honoring them, not by fighting so hard. Notably, this is also a feature of my emotional life with my family these days. I’m trying to drive the family at a frequency far from its natural resonance. Not related to cello, but I also miss my therapist, so I think I’ll take action there.
One thing my problems have taught me – I have a limited patience for repeated mistakes. But what is considered reasonable? I don’t know. Just keep moving forward. Nobody gave me a schedule when I was a baby learning to walk either.