I miss singing. I miss my acapella group, I miss writing songs, I miss the times we used to sit around in the music room, on the empty wooden floor, catching up with my conductor, and trying out silly tunes. Silly tunes with fine voices echoing off the little music room, the tinkling of the piano..
Most of all, I miss music.
Admist striving towards excellence in sports, I have almost abandoned music in my life. Now that things aren't working out so well in one aspect, I think back to the past, where I have been somewhat successful in my musical path.
"You are blessed with a natural athelete built." That was what my coach told me, countless times. Blessed? I guess. My problem lies in the mind. And believe me, its not as easy as you all will think, to change the mind. It takes me through the different stages of denial, anger, frustration, doubt and finally acceptance. And it doesn't end there.
A simple few notes. My pitching is off, my voice is no longer as full as it used to be - shouting, cough, sore throats have contributed to its degeneration.
Thank God for my students. If not for them, I would have completely abandoned piano as well. But piano playing is now reduced to once a week - Sundays - and my fingers these days have been subjected to pain and cracks of a normal sportsperson.
Now I sit here, contemplating the future. Certain sacrifices would have to be made if I were to venture back to where I started from. I would like to go back to conducting choirs again, train back my voice, finish up my piano exams, at least another 2 exams to go.
Or would those have to wait until I graduate?
Most of all, I miss music.
Admist striving towards excellence in sports, I have almost abandoned music in my life. Now that things aren't working out so well in one aspect, I think back to the past, where I have been somewhat successful in my musical path.
"You are blessed with a natural athelete built." That was what my coach told me, countless times. Blessed? I guess. My problem lies in the mind. And believe me, its not as easy as you all will think, to change the mind. It takes me through the different stages of denial, anger, frustration, doubt and finally acceptance. And it doesn't end there.
A simple few notes. My pitching is off, my voice is no longer as full as it used to be - shouting, cough, sore throats have contributed to its degeneration.
Thank God for my students. If not for them, I would have completely abandoned piano as well. But piano playing is now reduced to once a week - Sundays - and my fingers these days have been subjected to pain and cracks of a normal sportsperson.
Now I sit here, contemplating the future. Certain sacrifices would have to be made if I were to venture back to where I started from. I would like to go back to conducting choirs again, train back my voice, finish up my piano exams, at least another 2 exams to go.
Or would those have to wait until I graduate?
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I just saw this announcement from Aerobics Sub-Club in NUS. $100 for unlimited workout every week for the entire term. If I were to sign up for that, I'll either collapse from exhaustion or I will become very fit.
Nah. I'm lazy. *grin* Next semester perhaps.