Learning Cello Later in Life | It’s Not Too Late
I’m going to create a little tension: it’s not too late.
At first glance, this statement seems hopeful and inspiring. But then, like someone glancing beneath the ocean’s surface as a reasonably sized iceberg nears, one understands the surprising massiveness of the statement.
It’s not too late means I could potentially go for it. It means that if I want something so badly that I put in hours and years of effort, I can probably defy the odds and achieve it.
There is nothing stopping you except your perfectly rational excuses. You don’t have the whole day to practice and learn and go back to school and slide down endless youtube spirals of performances and free masterclasses. You have a life already.
Understood. I’m just saying, it’s not too late.
Me, 20 years before picking up the cello for the 1st time.
If you’re still reading at this point, maybe (like me) you feel a need to access a part of yourself that seems to be laying dormant. For me it was a desire to understand music from an insider’s viewpoint, a desire to make something with my physical body, to communicate to an audience and ideally to do it with others at the same time in a live atmosphere.
Maybe you feel similarly, or maybe you want to fortify your brain against the effects of natural aging. Or you want to use music to help heal trauma. Or you want to join a worldwide club of people who make musical sounds on purpose.
It’s possible you hate the cello, found this post randomly, and have always dreamed of mastering carpentry or gardening.
It’s not too late. The hours and years of work are spread out over hours and years of time. All you have to do is start.
