The Grave Misspelling of "Practice"
Day 10.In my new life as teacher, I am surrounded by a cacaphony of motivational posters. And I mean cacaphony. Every room in the building is chock full of motivational one-liners, plastering the walls with cute little ditties about motivation, about behavior, about full-body listening, about being kind, about grit, about imagination. That stuff.
I like this one in the Band Room. It encapsulates this whole struggle we face getting to our ten minutes a day... and also outlines exactly the struggle of every musician who actually cares very deeply about perfecting their craft:
P. R. A. C. T. I. C. E. See?
The only problem is, there's a letter missing, and it will explain the silence of Day 9:
As in, "F*ck, I Forgot.
It is the last F that allows you to return to T, which here may be tenacity, but also stands for "Try again."
Day 10. Hello. Let's try this again.
Ah, just look at the time! 10 minutes is up. Now let us go in peace.