I actually used to be much better about this than I am now, and my conscience is convicting me as I write this. Whenever I would get to that point, what lay just around the corner (if I could push through) was inevitabley a healthy break-through. I may not have been consciously aware of this in the moment, but I think somewhere within I was.
I would take a step back from what I was doing. Sometimes I would walk outside just to have a change of environment, but I would always know it was just a matter of going deeper, within myself and the piece. I would realize that there was perhaps a piece to the puzzle that I just had not quite found yet and that all the answers were right there whether I knew them or not. I would be willing to look with different eyes and would sometimes just let go of my current conceptions about the piece, and the work I was doing with it. I would be willing to release the concept of "struggling me", if that makes any sense at all.
Without fail, some new insight would come to me. I would return to the music and work more to listen within than to command. Some answer would ALWAYS come and it would be just what I would need to make a move forward.
Sometimes it was just a matter of literally looking at the sheet of music differently... for example, instead of notes, chords and such, I would try to take in a larger panorama of the page without emotional attachment to it and maybe contours would suddenly stand out to me in ways I had not noticed before. I suppose it is an explorers attitude.
he he... I am guilty, guilty, guilty...
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