My Song

So, I'm starting my first blog. I'm always a little late to the show, so it is only natural that I will show up late to the blog-o-sphere. Please join me on my journey.

Today I went to my piano lesson. Yes, I am a little old to be taking piano lessons. But, it's something that I've always wanted to do. I usually show up early and have to sit with the parent of the child that has the slot before me. It is very uncomfortable for both myself and said parent. She keeps looking for my kid....like I have the kid under my shirt or in my purse. When the parent figures out that I don't have a kid, the look on her face...LOSER....is bound to cross. But, sadly, it gets worse. See, I've always loved to listen to people play the piano. And, I've always wanted to be that person. But, I never really wanted to put in the work to play something the sounds like a song. I feel like I'm back at school, putting off my homework until the night before. I'm always cramming in the practice on Monday. Thank God there is nothing on TV Monday nights! I feel like my teacher knows too. As my finger move across the keys like a clumsy drunk without her glasses, I know he knows. I didn't practice thirty minutes a day. But, I keep trying. I am learning. My songs almost sound like a song. I hope one day, I look back at this "learning process" and laugh at how bad I was, while playing Mozart like the awesome pianist I know I am. Ok, maybe not. But, I keep playing "my song". No matter how bad it sounds.

Oh, and my teacher thinks my name is Jennifer. Should I tell him? Jennifer may be a way better piano player than Kim....so, yeah, I'm not going to tell him.