I've always liked my wrists... the look of them. Between my ginormous chest, my thighs that touch when I wear a skirt, and my poochy stomach - the wrists were one of the high points I could look to when I was having a period of time high in BIBS (body image bull shit).
And in nearly 16 years of violin playing, those buggers have never failed to work as lovely as they work.
Ugh... until now. I took it easy during a ballet performance last weekend (something that, I'm sorry, I just DON'T DO), and after an audition coaching today, I had to sit and ice my arms down in front of the TV instead of do what I wanted to do: solidify what I learned in the coaching.
My theory is that I've neglected warming up every day... as a routine activity, no matter if I end up playing for the rest of the day or not. When I was at Northwestern, I was doing tons of technique daily, and I'm thinking this just kept my hands loose. After graduation, I decided to continue technique, but take it easy for a while... maybe only do a scale pattern, or a page of double stops per day.
Well, I'm done with that. Pshaw. Time to upgrade my warmup back to my old technique rotation. And give myself a good two hour break after I'm done with it.
Now, if you, at your computer reading this, would be so kind as to send soothing wrist thoughts via the internet, I would really owe you one. Because taking nights off when you've earned it are spectacular. Taking nights off because your body won't allow you any other option... it really blows.
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