Recently, I began a process, searching to find passionate pursuits, choosing life affirming things, in short, embracing my inner geek. And since
Geek-dom is now, apparently, cool
I can admit that I'm a book worm, I keep a journal and I like "Glee."
I started taking piano lessons, picking up from where I'd left off some never-mind-how-many years ago. Adding this to my life was a daunting task. First, I did not own a piano and convincing myself to spend the money to purchase one was a back-and-forth process fraught with self-doubt. What if this is a passing phase? What if the piano becomes a large dust catcher, it's keys cobwebbed to one another, a five-hundred-pound money pit? But what if I could learn to play again, play better than ever before?
Something about the word "play" lingered in my mind like a promise.
It's learning to listen and trust these inner stirrings that makes for a well-lived life.
I found a brilliant teacher. I found a piano that sings. I found my passion for music.
A whole new world opened for me. I've traded listening to repetitive "classic rock" for classical music, symphonies, introductions to composer's lives, different music genres, each a gem, an interesting continent worth exploring.
We're never too old to learn new things. Learning connects us to that childlike wonder that is tucked inside us, always at the ready.
My grandma used to tell me that learning new things keeps us young. And she's right.
