One of my goals was to get back to practicing the clarinet at least four days a week. So, I turned the page to the F-Major scales, saw the notes go up up up, and took a deep breath. Then I made the clarinet sound like a drunk goose. One with a voice that cracked like a teenage boy.


I’ve never played notes that high before. One of the things I’m seeing diving into this without the guidance of a middle school or high school band teacher is just how lacking my education has been. But by the end of my proscribed practice this week I could, if haltingly, hit the notes with regularity.

I feel good that I’m back on the practice track. I feel my skills getting better with regular practice. And I look forward to making that happen again.

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