Once apon a time there was a girl who loved playing the violin...
If you know me at all, you know that violin is probably one of the biggest parts of my life. I started taking lessons when I was just 6 years old. It is so much fun and makes me truely happy. :) Most people call me strange when I say I would rather listen to classical music than modern music, but that is just my personality. I love Bach, Mozart, Debussy, Beethoven... you name it! Anywho, I love playing violin, love my amazing teacher, (John Chatlian- in the Utah Symphony for fifty years) love my violin, love performing the violin... You get the point.
Well, what happens when that girl from the story can't do what she loves as much because she injures her wrist playing too much violin, too intensely? (don't ask me how that even works) Her life stinks, thats what!! That's right I injured myself and my wrist gets sore when I play the violin too long or too high up on the finger board. So now that girl is forced to only practice for 20-30 minutes at a time! (I usually do 45-an hour) Yea its pretty stinkish but she will do what she must to even practice her precious violin!! Anyway she is going on vacation so hopefully it will heal if it has a break... We will see!!!!!! PS thanks for listening to my complaining :)