The Harmony of Self-Care | Psychology Today
This Valentine’s Day, I took my wife, Ashley, to the orchestra. Much better than trying to fight for a reservation at a Boston restaurant. Sitting in the audience, listening to these professionals in perfect harmony, brought me back to my days in the band. I wasn’t good, it was mandatory, and I played the trombone. I desperately wanted to quit. We couldn’t have backpacks in school, so I walked through the halls lugging my trombone in my right hand and books under my left armpit. This made me a perfect target for a bully or two to come up behind me and smack the books out from under me. Anyways, I digress. I wanted to quit, so I politely told my band instructor I would no longer like to play the trombone. He refused my polite request, so I subsequently and intentionally played poorly in the next band practice. The result was complete disharmony. You could tell some punk (me) was sabotaging things. My instructor might not have known exactly who was doing it, but …





