As Soon As Impossible (A Folk Tale About My Life)

possible a FOOLK tale. a folk tale about a fool! enjoy!

dear friends,

welcome to now.
i’m grateful you’re here!
thank you for being!

as you may know, this is a space where i often share short jokes and SOMETIMES i share longer non-jokes. today’s offering is one of those!

may i now present “A Thing About Me AND A Story”¹

first, The Thing About Me:

i grew up learning the violin from age 4.
i didn't like it.
i didn't like practicing.
i was made to, by my parents.
my mother loved music.
music was, in ways, a religion to her.
and she wanted to me to practice it as well.
(but like i said, i didn't like practicing.)
but i did it.
because i was made to.
for years.
i learned.
and learned.
lessons.
classes.
theory.
practice.
then, when i was 15, i picked up a guitar for the first time and i was able to play.
easily.
i taught myself.
songs i knew.
songs i created.
i practiced for hours and hours but didn't conceive of it as practice, as work.
it was joy.
pleasure.
beauty.
and it was only possible because of all the violin work that had preceded it.

to be continued…