things and things
May. 7th, 2015 09:08 pmI'm not writing much here these days. This... is probably not a good sign.
Weekend before last my parents were in town. We had quite a good visit: hit the Maritime Museum and Granville Island, wandered arond Queen Elizabeth Park (a large hill in the middle of the city that used to be a quarry, so it's got some very neat planned-gardens and waterfalls and such, and also a domed conservatory with lots of birds), and ate much tasty food. Dad and I got our "portraits" done in magic marker on cardboard, by an itinerant artiste while we were loitering in Gastown.
They left very early on Tuesday morning, and I was thinking "it would have been nice if they'd stayed another day or so." I think this means that the visit was exactly as long as it should have been.
My viola finally arrived yesterday. Stupid Long & McQuade. It is in fact black and not green, as I'd requested, and the electric pickup seems to work, and in general it looks quite nice. And maybe sounds as well, at least when someone who knows what they're doing is playing it.
That is clearly not me. I feel like between the Gathering and my parents' visit I have lost most of whatever skill I'd developed and have been fumbling worse than usual trying to get it back.
It'll come. I keep telling myself that. I think I'm now past the point where any jumpstart I had from cello is doing me any good, and am having to learn the hard way like anyone else. Frustrating. Practice, practice, practice.
That may be part of my problem, honestly. I'm not really doing much of anything that I'm *good* at. Rather, the things I'm good at are either not things that I want to be doing (tech writing) or of very little use (boardgames). I'm a beginning violist with all that that implies, and a fiction writer with limited experience. And doing those things is how one gets better at them, but it's really annoying to spend my days feeling like I'm terrible at everything I try.
Which may be part of why I've been hiding. I don't know.
Weekend before last my parents were in town. We had quite a good visit: hit the Maritime Museum and Granville Island, wandered arond Queen Elizabeth Park (a large hill in the middle of the city that used to be a quarry, so it's got some very neat planned-gardens and waterfalls and such, and also a domed conservatory with lots of birds), and ate much tasty food. Dad and I got our "portraits" done in magic marker on cardboard, by an itinerant artiste while we were loitering in Gastown.
They left very early on Tuesday morning, and I was thinking "it would have been nice if they'd stayed another day or so." I think this means that the visit was exactly as long as it should have been.
My viola finally arrived yesterday. Stupid Long & McQuade. It is in fact black and not green, as I'd requested, and the electric pickup seems to work, and in general it looks quite nice. And maybe sounds as well, at least when someone who knows what they're doing is playing it.
That is clearly not me. I feel like between the Gathering and my parents' visit I have lost most of whatever skill I'd developed and have been fumbling worse than usual trying to get it back.
It'll come. I keep telling myself that. I think I'm now past the point where any jumpstart I had from cello is doing me any good, and am having to learn the hard way like anyone else. Frustrating. Practice, practice, practice.
That may be part of my problem, honestly. I'm not really doing much of anything that I'm *good* at. Rather, the things I'm good at are either not things that I want to be doing (tech writing) or of very little use (boardgames). I'm a beginning violist with all that that implies, and a fiction writer with limited experience. And doing those things is how one gets better at them, but it's really annoying to spend my days feeling like I'm terrible at everything I try.
Which may be part of why I've been hiding. I don't know.
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Date: 2015-05-08 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-09 08:32 am (UTC)There *must* be! But I'm having a devil of a time coming up with them right now. Too fixated on wanting to do something... useful and unique, to find the cool thing that only I can do.
The problem with viola is that I don't really have anything that I think sounds good. I don't have the basic skills yet. When I get super-frustrated and discouraged I pick up the cello and do exactly that, play a few pieces that I like and that sound decent, to remind myself that this is a thing that I can do.
And, thank you. :)
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Date: 2015-05-08 11:34 am (UTC)I mean, intellectually you know that you're in the process of increasing competence, but emotions don't know that.
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Date: 2015-05-09 08:26 am (UTC)I'm not too sure how to get past it, either, other than by recognising that it's a thing that exists. Will see if that helps any.
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Date: 2015-05-09 11:39 am (UTC)If you don't feel that you're doing things well, or the things you do aren't helpful or enjoyable to people, or that you're ignored for doing them, that kicks out a big ol' chunk of what it takes to be happy.
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Date: 2015-05-08 12:39 pm (UTC)::HUGS::
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Date: 2015-05-09 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-08 01:30 pm (UTC)Wishing you energy . . .
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Date: 2015-05-09 08:29 am (UTC)