Jack of all trades...

So, I kind of suck at technology. I have been attempting to change some little things on this blog spot, but to no avail. Actually my technological abilities reflect most other abilities in my life. I can wing a lot of things and I have dabbled in a number of activities, but I never actually excel at any of them. My brother likes to call it, "jack of all trades, master of none". Perfect. Sometimes I sit around (well, actually when I am supposed to be concentrating on being a perfect stay at home mum) and I wonder what it would have been like if I had stuck at any of those 'trades'.
For example, when I was about 10, I started to learn to play the violin. I had this wonderful teacher called Mrs. Henstridge. She had silky, black hair (exactly the opposite of my frizzy, curly, hair), and she was patient and kind beyond belief. I discovered that I wasn't half bad at music, and after a year or two, I auditioned at a music school and obtained a place. (Sounds promising.) Except... classes met on Saturday, from 9-1pm. (Saturday??!!) And, I had to be there extra early at 8:30 to fit my personal violin lesson in with a grouchy old lady who was the polar opposite of my gentle Mrs. Hendstridge. Moreover, I had to car pool home with some of my friends, which made me nervous becasue I was terrified that I would have a panic attack. Which leads onto the icing on the cake; I had started to regularly suffer from panic attacks. End of Rachel's musical career. Never mind the fact that they told my parents I had promise. Never mind the fact that I was asked to join a youth orchestra. I couldn't even make it through my individual violin lesson without breaking out into a sweat, shaking and feeling like I was going to throw-up. (For those of you that know me well know that puking is my worst fear.) After much deliberation (of about a week) we decided it was best to drop out. The director of the music school, a kind, elderly gentlemen, told my parents that I would only come to despise music if I carried on at that point. Wise man. 'Cause I love music, and I keep telling myself that one of the things I have to do before I die, is to learn the piano. (We also have to move house before that pipe dream is possible.)

Then as time went on, and I dabbled in many other 'trades', I realised that I just didn't have the personality to be a concert violinist! I didn't have the drive, and I didn't have the energy to practice for hours and hours on end. But every time I hear some classical music, I am totally and completely drawn to the string part. And if there is a violin or cello solo, I just soar on the sweet, sweet sound. (And then I remember how when I played I was too lazy to even count the beats in my head....)