I feel like writing something here, although I’m not sure what I’m going to say. Maybe it will do me good just to express myself in this way.

  The future has a persistent habit of becoming the present rather quickly, which never ceases to amaze people. Once again, it’s May. It’s summer. Time flies like before.

   It has been more than six months since I began to learn the piano last October, which is my long-cherished dream. It’s really cheerful that I eventually made the first move to register the lesson somewhere.

However, soon I realized I gave too little thoughts to it before I get started. First of all, the piano and the knowledge behind it are complicated. What’s more, it’s time-consuming to practice. When I practiced more and had no progress, I tasted the feeling of frustration. When I was occupied with my school-work and had no time to practice, the idea of quit did appear in my mind. When I had to go for the piano lesson with the music pieces not practiced, I felt so guilty. Sometimes, I even had some creepy ideas: why didn’t my piano teacher get ill? I feel so ashamed of myself and I feel like a Hanhao bird, who constantly postponed what she should do.

Hopefully, I now understand the importance of practicing it every day and I am determined to carry it out with no excuses. And when I really make it, I feel so good.

I’m not sure how well I can play the piano some time later, but as long as I stick to learning more and practicing more about it, I will be successful and will feel no regrets for not trying at all. Actually, who knows I will not be the next pianist. (Just kidding. The hope is kind of slim for I really start a little bit late huh.)

(I once again ended my blog with something optimistic and positive, but I intended to whine about my job stuff at the very beginning. The two opening paragraphs look a little bit awkward there, but I won’t delete them, for they once again show the healing power of wording here. )