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„I’m too jetlagged to explain what I’m doing in Paris - I keep trying to write the story and grammar is challenging. But I’m here! It was sort of a last-minute thing. I love a good story of coincidences, but I’ll save it till I can complete a sentence with confidence.
Jetlag practice is kind of like grammar. Your brain keeps trying to take waking naps and suddenly pitches are in the wrong places and you don’t know whether you should ramp up your playing or tone it down, because both feel weird!
I have a tendency to procrastinate when it comes to starting practice. It’s more pronounced when I’m tired and don’t have plans. For the next 7 days, I’ll be quarantining and practicing. So there wasn’t much momentum to force me to begin my practice today at any particular time. I was staring out the window at beautiful, sunny Paris, hemming and hawing for nearly an hour about whether I should practice, make coffee, or make lunch — and really going in exhausting circles about it! — and I said out loud to myself the words that suddenly popped into my head, about doing something, anything: Go! Go live your life! And then I hopped up and got the violin.
A lot of musicians absorb early on that practice is supposed to have the right circumstances: no distractions, a conducive setup, practice before fun, practice while you’re fresh, don’t play late (neighbors), work on everything you planned — and that can keep us from doing a variety of life activities because we are supposed to finish practice before we do anything else. It’s also really hard to practice when you’re tired. That can lead to decision paralysis, because we want practice to justify itself, and that’s a slippery slope.
Am I making sense? I’m not sure there’s a point to this. Maybe it’s coffee time.
Dvořák: Violin Concerto“
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