Infallibility makes the rock star, but weakness makes the narrative. And so, today, I whine:
Mommy, they only want me for s_x!
A, not E. Sax. Demmit.
That was last night’s revelation, and it didn’t go down well with Soul Mama here. All that work on the flute, and yet the sax is still more popular? The thing I’ve been doing since Hector was a pup, the thing I don’t work on, the thing I take for granted: that’s what they want? Really? This isn’t the first time I’ve learned this, oh no. This is about the millionth. And still, it hurts. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, sometimes not at all. Last night: a lot.
One lesson from this: Sometimes it’s a good idea to build on one’s strengths.
Guess what I practiced this morning?***
(***Until Mini Me woke up two hours earlier than usual, just when I thought I had a wide, free stretch before me... but that's another story.)