Leaving Something Behind … Regrets
Thankfully, I’ve only got a couple
I’ll tell you about one.
Music surrounded me as I grew up. My father sawed away at the violin, badly, “screechily,” but passionately. Mom always listened to music — ballet music, the classics, Herb Alpert and the TJB, big bands, everything, always. My siblings and I had bins of albums — Beatles, Stones, Beach Boys, Herman’s Hermits, tons more.
I was encouraged to play. Drum, piano and guitar lessons all came my way, always. Just as constantly, determinedly in fact, I dodged them. Never finding the time to practice enough to be anything but frustrated by my lack of progress. What a surprise huh?
I never learned to play, anything.
Regret about that fills me to this day.
But, I can now get a keyboard and take some lessons online or via YouTube, easily. It’s on my “to-do” list. Regrets … undone? We’ll see.
The story above is prompted by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)’s excellent prompt, found here. Thank you Lucy.
