Although my Christmas Day was lovely, playing music on Christmas Eve was not. It wasn't the way that I played; I felt that I did well. Rather it was the horrible attitude and behavior of our choir director (of whom I was so pleased with prior to this). In the weeks leading up to Christmas, that is when things started to go south. I can no longer work with him.
Although I am sad to leave my friends in choir, and feel rather depressed about the whole situation, this has freed me to begin playing and working on the pieces I want to work on. You see, prior to this it seemed that every fall I was working on Christmas music and every winter and spring I was working on Easter music. Summers are very busy with the garden and with Grandson, so my practice time is limited then. So I never really got to work on the pieces that I wanted to work on.
I have been hearing various harp pieces in my head that I have been wanting to work on, but had set aside for so long (ghosts of harp music past!). I realized that all of this was a reset, so to speak. A shift in focus, a change in pieces. So I gathered together all of those pieces I was hearing (and a couple other ones I discovered in my quest, "Oh, that one. I want to play that too!"). It is a nice, but challenging, assortment:
And here is my poor baby, who served me so well during the trauma of Christmas Eve:
She is ready to reset too!