I grew up in a musical household. My father was one of those people who could play any instrument and any song by ear. His main instrument was the guitar but he also sang, played the flute, drums, and even water glasses. 

My brother received his natural talent, but me? Nope. I always had to work at it. I took piano lessons as a young child for a short time but was not great at it. In High School, although I really wanted to play the cello, I chose flute, because I didn’t think my parents would let me have such a large instrument.

My musical practice ended at 18 when I gave up because I held the limiting belief that if I didn’t have the kind of talent my father and brother possessed, then I wasn’t a “real musician” and there was no point continuing. This is, of course, ridiculous.

My love of music never died, however. I took music appreciation courses in college and attended concerts and the symphony as often as possible. There is nothing like the experience of live music.

Now that my kids are grown and I’m living on my own I can put my needs first. What I need right now is to make music with the one instrument that speaks to my soul like no other: the cello.

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything.” ~ Plato