Inconsistency – where would we be without it?
In the past, I found myself in many a situation where I was criticized. It hurt when I was a child especially, on the playground with teasers and taunters galore, throwing names and jeers at me. I was not resilient, but instead took it personally. When dwelling on those petty words, I found my spirits diminished.
And then I studied the violin and viola. Always at lessons, teachers would offer constructive criticism, intended to improve my playing abilities. But again, I took it personally, and it was too much to bear. I became sad, and avoided the instrument as much as I could. I hated the viola, yet I enjoyed the opportunities and life it provided me. For college, I attended a prestigious conservatory, where I played in orchestras and ensembles with top musicians. I studied with renowned professors, and myself fell in love especially with baroque performance practice and violin pedagogy. My academic education in lecture…
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