Have been able to overcome a ton of shit over the past year or two. One thing I can’t get past is my reluctance to practice, which has turned into hatred. The relationship between me and my violin was:  – we always had this understanding: I tell you what to do and you do it.

Since resuming my own lessons over the past few months, my violin has a mind of his own, a side of him I never saw before.

He has boundaries. He says not tonight to me. What the hell is this shit?

I’m pissed that I can’t control him. I think he laughs at me.

I push him up against the wall. He fights back.

I have needs. He refuses to fulfill them.

He’s either a high-maintenance lover or a petulant child.

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