Two new insights today.
Granted, my experiences in college led to adventures and being introduced to ideas I might not have encountered otherwise. I say, might not.
And the years I spent in classrooms also delayed commencement of the series of mind-numbing jobs I held after college. College was, hands down, a heck of a lot more fun than any job I've ever had working for someone else. It was a very expensive Good Time.
But the whole "go to college so you can get a good job" thing never panned out for me.
The second insight comes as I juggle my teaching schedule to accommodate the goings and comings of my students. Their lives encroach upon and collide with their music studies. This is did not happen for me. My mother insisted, with very little resistance from me, that my piano lessons were a priority. Everything else came second. In the absence of debilitating illness, there were no acceptable reasons for missing a piano lesson. Period.
What drove her? It dawns on me today that she probably nurtured a dream of playing piano herself. A dream deferred. Accessed remotely, vicariously. I benefited greatly from that situation and continue to benefit.
She frequently assured me, 'You have no talent. No more than anyone else. Anyone can play piano." Now I think that sour-grapes attitude was an expression of her lifelong disappointment that she did not play. In the lean years of my adulthood, when I could not afford to purchase or rent an instrument, she adamantly refused to store the piano with me and was staunchly uncooperative in working out a schedule so I could practice at her house.
Such mean-spirited-ness makes sense at last to me. It was a highly emotional issue for her. I didn't get what I wanted. I sacrificed so that you could have what I wanted. It hurts....