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This post really hit home for me. I learned to play the flute and piano when I was a child, and don't recall it being difficult for me. It was just something I did, and did well. My mom was a performance major on the pipe organ, had perfect pitch, and could play any instrument she picked up.

Music was part of the fabric of my life, still is. That said, when I picked up the banjo, and later the guitar, it didn't seem to come as naturally. I measured myself against my mother, and thought that I didn't inherit that extra something she had that made her excel when it came to the banjo and guitar.

One day, I had an epiphany. Yes, she had perfect pitch, but she'd been playing since she was 3 years old, never stopping until illness took music away from her. Music was her language, but she wasn't born with the gift per se. She was born into a musical household, that saw and encouraged her love of music at a young age, as she did for us. The difference was she lived it her entire life. She played with others, she taught choir, she played in clubs. She played, continuing to grow musically, organically over time.

Once I realized that, I was able to give myself some grace. Did I play as much as she did? Nope, so keep playing. At 67, I may never be as good on the banjo and guitar as I am on the keys and flute, but I have the foundation and love for it that says over time I'll continue to grow and learn as I did when I was young. It's the journey.

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