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I’ve got the music in me. Like, for serious.

Yeah, sure, I could write a post about Christmas and New Year’s. There were a lot of good things that happened, but it was hard not to think about what we’ve lost, and it also is not easy to begin the first calendar year with no Kristi. So suffice it to say, it’s 2012 now. Whoop-dee-do.

Instead, I’d rather continue my music posts, and this time, let’s focus on yours truly because I’m the most interesting person writing these blog posts. Music has rather quickly become a dominating aspect of my days, and I find this curious being that music has always just been a hobby for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love music. I’ve been drawn to it and dabbled in it all of my life. That being said, my involvement up until two years ago was sporadic at best: months of intensity often followed by a year (or two or…well, you get the point) of not touching an instrument.

I didn’t really like that. I wanted music to be more of a constant for me, and that’s one of the main reasons that I began taking classical guitar lessons two years ago. That, and Majka and I had intended our children to play an instrument. Having always hated hypocrisy from adults when I was a child (“No, I’m not doing it, but I can make you do it. Because I said so! And it’s good for you!”), I thought it unfair to insist that the children play an instrument and practice consistently when I wasn’t.

So I started lessons, and then Elsie started lessons, and I practiced which made me feel justified in insisting that she practice, and with the two of us practicing, me being involved in her practicing as well as mine, that was about an hour of the day spent on music–guitar in this case. That’s a nice amount for a hobby.

Then we decided homeschool Elsie, and part of a Waldorf curriculum involves learning a wind instrument around age 6 or 7. Quinn’s school uses the recorder. The curriculum we bought uses a penny whistle, and actually came with two penny whistles, so we’re going that route. Now I was learning to play the penny whistle and then playing it with Elsie (game stuff with her up to this point). There’s another half an hour of my day on music. Okay, an hour and a half now on this hobby. Still…reasonable…more or less…

But now, now the cello. I am playing the cello, and Quinn is playing the cello, and again with the Suzuki approach, I am as involved in Quinn’s practicing as I am in my own. And that means we’re creeping up on TWO AND A HALF HOURS of music per day, about five days a week.

This level of time commitment, in my opinion, expands an activity from “hobby” status to “passion” status. Example: that’s about how much time I spend writing. Writing for me is not a hobby. It’s a passion. I am driven to do it. I love doing it. I wouldn’t not do it for anything. But in my heart, music still feels like a hobby to me, except that I’m spending time on it like it’s a passion.

Okay, okay, I suppose my true passion in all of this is for my children. They are the reason I am doing all this, and I suppose it’s safe to say that the girls are more than a hobby for me. I suppose.

But still, good lord, I’ve already spent over an hour on music today, and I’ve got another hour to go. But surely it’s good for me, right?


  1. Kristan wrote:

    Yeesh. Just thinking about that makes me itchy to get up and move around. That was always the hardest part about piano for me: sitting still. (And focusing. And hitting the right notes. And… okay nevermind.)

    Wednesday, January 4, 2012 at 2:23 pm | Permalink
  2. Sonja wrote:

    Yes, it’s a lot. I honestly can’t believe that I’m playing three instruments regularly.

    Wednesday, January 4, 2012 at 8:39 pm | Permalink

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