Body and Heart, You Suck
I still feel the strain to practice playing piano. Also to practice singing. It's essential if I want to really make a career or professional hobby out of it. Or at the very least to be good enough for myself.
The strain is the time beforehand, before I'm actually practicing, where I tell myself that practice would be work, and work is hard. Avoid hard work at all costs is what my body and my heart tells me. But I know how quickly time flies when I actually sit down at the piano. I know how much I actually enjoy it.
Why? Why do you want me to be complacently mediocre? You're my body; you're my heart. You should be wanting me to succeed. Instead all you do is try to sabotage what I actually want. You suck for doing that.
But practice time awaits. Here I go. And body, you're coming with me.