I have a friend who is newly into golf. He's not a competitive person, just
likes to hang out with his friends and happens to travel to places w/ great
courses and wonderful scenery. Sometimes he plays great, sometimes he can't
make a shot but it doesn't matter. The satisfaction of short-term goals -
just put the ball in the hole, then go to the next one and do it again -
really feels good.
Well, that's the way I play piano. It's taken me wonderful places I'd never
go otherwise. Sometimes I hit all the notes, sometimes not, sometimes I
can't get to the end because I'm stuck in the sand, sometimes I overshoot,
sometimes I come up short. Sometimes I swing too fast, ... and sometimes I
amaze myself. Every time I'm better for having done it at all.
At one time I took it seriously, and maybe I was more consistent but it
became a job and that's why I quit. So now I'm not really ready to say
"this is how I play" because I'm still channeling - sometimes I swear it's
not me playing. Sometimes I wish it weren't me.
