Today I had one thing scheduled, a recital performance of the 3rd movement of Beethoven's Appassionata Sonata. It went alright, not great, not awful, but alright. I'm reminded yet again to be patient and accept myself as a work in progress...
I love Fridays because it is the start of my weekend. I usually have time to practice, clean, rest, blog, and start work on hobbies that have been collecting dust. My latest venture is to design clothing for myself. James of course has thrown in a request for some cool pants, but I'm not confident "cool" would be the result. My forte is definitely NOT men's clothing.
I'm borrowing a sewing machine from a friend, and I bought an inexpensive pattern for a knit top so I can begin this process of teaching myself how to sew. The next step will be learning how to improvise by modifying patterns to fit my design. We'll see how this goes. I'll keep you posted as best I can. Just keep in mind that my hobbies tend to get a little dusty when I find myself busy with other things.
Sunday, February 20
My recital program is finally memorized though a little shaky in a few spots. I've been recording my playing and always get excited when I hear improvement but I can't honestly say I'm loving every moment of the process. Is it possible for a person to be passionate about something and some days not feel like doing the very thing they are supposed to be passionate about?