05/05/2022
How to rediscover your desires and create deep and meaningful relationships
When I was ten I began piano lessons. A family friend - an incredible pianist - taught me. She's also a gifted teacher who inspired me to practice and progress.
Her warm, encouraging words echoed over my summer holiday. Every weekday, I set aside time to do scales and work through the simple pieces in my beginner's music book. I was a diligent child who liked my routine and dedicated 10am for half an hour to improving my piano playing. I even set an alarm and the timer.
I began to enjoy myself at the keyboard. My fingers got to know the feel of the keys and coordinate with what my eyes saw. If they didn’t exactly dance, they moved less erratically. I began to feel like I was getting somewhere and could pound out some passable-sounding music. My ears joined the party as there was less stopping and starting and more rhythm.
It was all quite intoxicating, that feeling of discovering you enjoy something. I got carried away and composed a piece. Yes, I sat at the piano trying out different combinations. I put notes together, nodding when I thought they created pleasing combinations then writing them down in pencil on my music paper. My progress was marked by furious rubbings out. In some places you could barely see the staff on the page. I would play sections, making sure I liked how they worked together. At some point, I held my breath and played it all through, knowing I would need to make more changes when I heard the piece in its entirety.
It was epic and probably under half a minute. It seemed to take me weeks to put together but most likely was a matter of days. I was enthralled and captivated.
Then came the great day when I asked my piano teacher, my family friend, the person who was like a mother to me, to play my piece.
With a smile and note of appreciation for the importance of this moment, she sat down and played it through. I'm sure it was terrible. It must have been appallingly bad.
There was no hesitation as she finished, waited for a beat then turned around, 'I really see your Hungarian roots here, Antonia, it's got that feel'. What really could be better? I felt like I'd brought some flavor, some depth, something distinctive to life, even though with hindsight I'm sure I didn't.
I have no real gift for playing the piano, let alone for composing. An adult might think 'what on earth does she think she's doing, it's going to be cringeworthy'. As a child, I got carried away and transported with no mind for the outcome, just pleasure in my journey.
What this lovely teacher did was encourage my passion and desire. That was what was key, fanning the flames of my love of piano and music.
At some point in childhood, we all stop doing things we enjoy if we don't feel that we're any good. Yet surely it's the exuberance and joy along the journey that we know so well from childhood that is the essence of our desires?
Don’t give up a passion because you didn't think you were good at it.
Don’t close down something you enjoy because you felt squashed when someone sneered.
It’s more than time to reconnect to those desires.
So often you've put yourself last to take care of your family.
You’ve told yourself it’s silly and you probably won’t be any good anyway.
Now is the time to uncover those suppressed desires and rediscover that exuberance and joy. It’s possible. Unleashing your desires massively transforms your relationship with yourself, and with your spouse.
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