Ooooh. I almost forgot about you today, Oh For Fun!
In honor of almost forgetting to blog during Nablobleepbloolaa, I will tell the story about the day I forgot to practice.
There has only been one day in my life when I forgot to practice. Don’t get me wrong, there have been many, many, many, many days when I didn’t practice, but all of those days (except for one) were days when I chose not to practice. I only forgot once.
In 1998, the year after I graduated from college, my New Year’s Resolution was to practice every single day. I accomplished this goal (incredibly) until May 21st. I practiced every day, and then I would put an actual star on the calender to mark my achievement.
In mid-May, Ashley was visiting and we were having a rollicking vacation. We decided to take a unscheduled road trip to Oberlin. Like a good little solider I practiced on the day we left, I brought my viola along, I practiced on the day we spent in Oberlin, and then…..sigh……I FORGOT to practice on the day we drove home.
I was truly devastated. I still get a little sad thinking about the end of the streak. It would have been so fun to be able to say, "I practiced every single day of 1998". But, because I was having such a ridiculously good time with Ashley, I just simply forgot to practice on May 21st, 1998.
When we got home, and I realized what I had done, I had a hard time recovering. I was really bummed. I remember coming back into my bedroom after being in the kitchen, and finding Ashley giggling near my calender. On the day for May 21st, the first day of the year without a star, she had written, "Hey….Nobody’s Perf!!!!"
For some reason, that made it all better, and rather than feeling upset, we howled with laughter.
Such is the awesome power of Ashley’s love.
I still have the calender. The memory of that day with Ashley is worth much, much more than anything I could have accomplished by practicing. I don’t forget the important stuff.