Well, it's pretty difficult for me to explain. Yes, I do teach beginners (as well as many others, too) - but no, I am not still enrolled in formal lessons and have not been for a couple of years now. Thank you for posting in

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Overall, I think this is not *just* about my teaching, actually. It is more than that. For example, the first two years that we were in our house (which we "bought"), I was afraid to change anything and make it feel like it is "home" -- why ? Because I felt like if I really let myself live here and accept it, it would disappear; something bad would happen. Sometimes I feel similarly about many things. But, you are right, this is not having the right sense of confidence and it's a limited view on what life is.
In general things have just felt like a pretty difficult road. I have really had to fight very hard for some things, and I am not opposed to this -- it's just, I had to fight a lot of thinking that I couldn't do what I wanted ... for various reasons (I think that some form of this tries to cloud everybody's minds, actually). Right now, for private teaching, I feel perfectly satisfied with my formal "qualifications" -- but, in life, I am still working that all out

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I think I am getting more and more vague ... hee hee.
Like many people do, I have my own set of dreams and fantasies about what life could be like for me. Anymore I try not to spend much time dreaming about them and rather I try to spend time
living about them ... but, sometimes it really throws me for a loop when some form of reality and fantasy seem to match up. It scares me.
Most of what I believe about music and most of the things I aim to do in life are filtered through what seem to my being to be *enormous* concepts about life itself. There are fundamental views that my being seems to possess, and I have had these for as long as I have had consciousness (eternity ?

). But, I remember having these as a child. This is what I enjoy calling my "baby music"

-- it's something I sense completely filled my consciousness and being when I was a baby, and there simply was no room for anything else.
For me, my maturation out of childhood was "about" coming to grips with the fact that something intrinsic within my being and what I could see in life and in others (something that I just seemed to
know about life), didn't match a lot of what the world says these things are. To me, there was/is a seemingly inexpressable, profound beauty about life and the qualities of life-expression -- something untouchable by anything besides itself (and, by no means do words express this). Well, this is definitely ... er, a problematic identity in the context of world-thinking, it seems. And, I spent many years in great confusion, pain and heartache over this problem; it broke me, it seemed.
(ha ha ... I had *no idea* under the sun that I would say this stuff)
All of my deepest wishes and desires are located in that identity, which, when compared to what the world says, is difficult to have full confidence in.
I guess I need to back away from here for a "moment" ... hee hee.
*quickly steps away from thread*