I’ve always loved the sound of the cello and even talked about learning to play it “someday.” Then for Christmas 2005, my husband, Dave, and my three boys surprised me with a cello.
It took me a while to get up enough courage to begin taking lessons but I figured even 50-year-olds can learn to play cello. As I sat at my first lesson, doubts swirled stubbornly through my head. What if it’s too hard, what was I thinking, I’m just too old my silent self-talk whined. That’s when my teacher began to play and I hugged my instrument and listened, captivated by the smooth, rich sound. Incredibly, I felt my own cello vibrate in response to the tones floating so freely around me. I also felt my soul resonate just as my cello did and I knew without a doubt that I was born to play cello.
