The Piece That Was Missing

Do you ever have that feeling that something is missing in your life you just don't know what? I've been feeling that a lot lately. Only I didn't know why until I went home yesterday and picked up the instrument that helped shaped my life--my violin. I still remember the first time I held & played a violin--the thing was small trust me. I'm sure I drove my parents and siblings crazy with the horrible screeching--it drove me crazy when I first started teaching. But from there I learned to perform like a pro and to play with my heart. Many tears were shed during the whole learning but somehow in high school I came to love playing. Lois Stout was an amazing teacher who taught me not only to play the notes but to perform the song. I decided my senior year not to make my violin my career. As a result nursing school took over and my violin was faded into the background. I would still pull it out and goof around with it. My violin came to Rexburg to Provo to Orem to Highland again.

Yesterday, I went home to help with a paper and say hi. Kalli pulled out my violin--she's been playing it as well--and performed a song with Kristi. Stupid talented sisters what am I going to do with them!! Afterward I picked up the violin and began to play--its amazing how it can all come back without much effort--yes I'm rusty, but the passion and love all came back. How I miss playing. I didn't even know I had missed playing so much until then.

It will take me a while, but I am going to buy another violin. I've already got the songs I want to learn. I hope to get in an orchestra again.