Rediscovering the musical side of me

If you have been reading some of my more recent posts, you will remember that I went to a benefit earlier this week. You will also remember that I had a really good time at that benefit. It helped me to get out of the house, hang out with some fairly new people, and meet a new friend.

That night helped me to do another thing. It helped me to rediscover the musical side of me. I realized that more then just listening to music, I like to make music, and be a part of music. That night, I picked up my alto saxophone. I had played it all through grammar school (eight years of it at least) and frankly it was looking lonely.

What I'm realizing right now is that during my senior year in high school, music began to be boring. I was about to graduate and realize one of my major dreams of going off to college and I just didn't want much to do with it. I even almost sold my saxophone in order to help a boyfriend I had in college get some money he desperately needed. My parents had the wisdom to give me the money to give to him, saying that they felt that my saxophone was one of the things that got me through high school when the RSD got so bad. What I realize now is that they were right. I would have missed my sax. She is all mine and I have never changed her in all the years I've had her (I got her in the fourth grade so lets see, eight years in grammar school plus four years in college plus one more year...wow...my sax is thirteen years old!) for a very long time and now I want to be able to give it to my children or at least nieces and nephews when I die.

While I haven't played her in almost four years, much of playing the sax seems to be like "ridding a bike" (I never understood that concept. But maybe that is because I always hated ridding a bike). There is still some things I need to reteach myself, but I remember quite a bit. She's a bit run down and rusty, but she's mine and no one can take that away from me. Maybe I should name her. Y'all might think I'm weird but after all this time and the places she has been with me (including five different European countries) she deserves a name. Hmmmm....I'll have to think about what it could be and get back to you.

So I've added a 32nd goal to my list: play my saxophone more, because we both deserve it. I think I will rediscover how much I love music. And, if I don't, at least I'll have fun along the way!