Or maybe it’s the wine?
The wine has loosened my tongue and inner editor.
But the ukulele and my ukulele group have unleashed unbridled urges:
to create, to sing, to express myself, to unite with other ukelele players, to uncover the hidden or scared musician wannabee.
Well, ukulele and unschooling.
Thank goodness I began my ukulele adventure with other unschooling moms.
A profoundly different atmosphere and attitude than previous music learning for me. A combination that urges me to:
- just go for it
- try things in new ways
- not worry if I am strumming impaired
- find a way that works for me
- participate at whatever level I am able
- apologize less and enjoy more.
Oh, I would have been a much better classroom teacher if I had this unschool ukulele experience in my gut and memory rather than my piano lesson memories of my teacher saying,
“Dear me dear me, it is SUCH a shame. You are my hardest worker but you have NO TALENT!!!” You’ll never do me proud. Tsk Tsk.”
From my uke/unschool friends, supporters and philosophers I know that:
- I can find joy in trying
- I can ask for help if I want to
- I can take classes or go to uke fests if I want, or not
- I can find all sorts of tutorials online.
- I can practice as much or as little as I want to choose the amount of progress I want based on what I want to put in.
It is easy to find a standard to try to live up to if I want, like my favorite of Iz playing the Somewhere Over the Rainbow/ It’s a Wonderful World medley.
Or , I can happily croon Ukulele Lady on the deck all by myself, without a care as to how any one else would play it.
Celebrating choice, uniqueness and collaboration when desired.
Unlearning old messages that no longer serve us.
Uplifting and uproarious.