Okay maybe the most important thing I did as a child, but honestly unless you played a instrument you don’t understand the pain and the organisation skills that it gives you. Sadly I had to take a step back from my three instruments when I went to university, when things aren’t part of your chosen career plan hobbies are replaced with essay deadlines, but I always plan on going back to it and I always plan on encouraging my future children to do the same.
- Early mornings (as shown by this tired cat)
Being part of an orchestra taught me that early mornings are a must, hangovers on a Saturday or Sunday morning’s were a terrible idea as a young adult because trumpets are loud, whether you sit in front of them or play one. They’re not the hangover instrument. I remember wanting to watch spongebob at 9am but instead I was in a car on my way to play some sort of Mozart piece. “It’s a commitment” my mother told me and she was right, not only did it teach me that if I commit to something then I really should keep to it … unless my leg has fallen off, it taught me to set alarms properly.
Every musician has had that moment where they thought they were playing part two but instead you’re accidently moved to part one. Now you may think … darling coffee girls what could the difference be between part one and two, well those differences are MAJOR. High notes, trills, scales, additional melodies and less time to quickly check your phone to see if Josh from the year 8 disco has texted you back (he never did, damn you josh!). Regardless music taught me to be flexible, I switched parts all the time and made mistakes when doing so. Flexibility doesn’t make you perfect but it definitely makes you more of a team player.
3. Failure doesn’t mean failure
I failed one of my grades, I just didn’t put the work into this one . I had recently been diagnosed with a medical condition and just didn’t have the time but thought “I had passed all the others” famous last words. Then I managed to faint in the exam and have a panic attack and obviously failed the exam. Although devastated it taught me that a. I have to put the effort in if I want to pass something and realistically that it is just a piece of paper. It’s not the end of the world … I didn’t die not getting that grade but I do always wish it hadn’t take me two times to do it.
4. Practice, Practice and more practice
The hours of practice were hard, they had to be done and they helped me to organise myself. My friends joke that I am the most organised person that they know. Which is a super compliment and one day I will show you all my lecture notes because they are the most beautiful things in the word (#studyspo, #studyblr). I enjoy working, I enjoy meeting goals and I felt the same way when I was doing scales, mastering that C minor scale or A flat Major was pretty cool.
5. How to help people.
It taught me that just because I know all the answers doesn’t mean that I can just tell people the answers. It didn’t help them. It didn’t help them understand, it just made me feel cleverer than them and that was never a good quality to have. I learnt how to help people and how to not be that annoying know it all.
Did you play an instrument? Can you add to my list? Do you wish you had played one.
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