I have had an ambivalent relationship with practice. The word alone conjures up many feelings. First, my eleven years of piano lessons were wrought with more pain than pleasure. Many hours my body yearned to have been running, bicycling, or playing sports, but I was living in an era when piano lessons were more common than soccer leagues. I had four different piano teachers and was thankful that my last teacher said that she would not teach seniors in high school! It was my get-out-of-jail card, and I never looked back.
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