Now, it is my 111th straight day of practice. I worked productively on the Shostakovich. I won't say "worked hard," because it wasn't hard. I played things over and over again, but it still wasn't hard. I have this one run that is going to be tricky to master, so I slowed it down and worked it over and over, and even that wasn't hard.
After working on the Shostakovich, I went back and worked on a couple of the Beeler exercises that I have been practicing lately. One came easily and the other didn't, and I just stayed on it, working on it.
I felt no frustration. Nada. Y pues nada. Like last night at rehearsal.
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