Anyhoo, I wonder sometimes what would happen if I decided to be controversial. You know, like saying pink is the new black, or wearing red means you're a floosie, or that the only kind of correct marriage is marrying somebody with the same initials as yours. But that's not me. I do not like controversy. While I have my opinions and might not even mind sharing them, I do not wish to hear anyone fuss at me because my opinion is not his/her opinion and therefore my opinion is a wrong opinion. I got enough of that during election season, just reading the comments fly back and forth on facebook.
So, what shall I blog about today? Piano lessons. I took them, as did my siblings. My first child took them, only because by the time the second and third came along piano-lesson-wise, we had moved and it was too much trouble to find a new piano teacher.
Anyhow, my point is that even though I took piano lessons, I do not consider myself a pianist. I could probably still play a bit, maybe even so listeners could pick out the tune I was plunking out on the keyboard. But does even just a little ability make you something even though your ability is small?
I wog races - does that make me an athlete (we won't even discuss being a runner). I can operate a sewing machine - does that make me a seamstress? I somehow manage to eventually get words on this blog on a daily (or late-daily) basis - does that make me a writer? I guess I wonder in a world of labels, how do we label ourselves?
Yeah, I don't know either. And that's about as controversial as it gets here ...
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The Good Stuff From Today: spaghetti dinner with most of the family; Lindley and Everley time
1 comment:
Excellent post - very thought-provoking! While I sew just about every day, I don't consider myself a seamtress (a quilter, yes!)
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