So hubby just got back from church from a short get together with the elders. Turns out some people complained about my playing. I play too slow or I play too fast, and I have trouble reading the music. That's what they told the elders, and they asked to have the issue "addressed".
Oh it got addressed alright. I'm not playing anymore for the church. I'm done. I don't even want to attend there anymore. Every time I play someone has found fit to complain. I played faster because someone said I played too slow. Then someone said I was playing too fast. Sometimes it's so cold in the church my fingers don't work right so I might hit some wrong notes. Or I might only play the soprano and alto line. BUT I PLAY.
I am in tears right now. I know it's stupid, but this is how I gave back to the church and to have people complain about it hurts. And it doesn't help when my husband is trying to tell me there's another side to things, blah blah blah. No, there's not another side. You be thankful that someone is willing to get up and do it when no one else volunteers.
Oh it got addressed alright. I'm not playing anymore for the church. I'm done. I don't even want to attend there anymore. Every time I play someone has found fit to complain. I played faster because someone said I played too slow. Then someone said I was playing too fast. Sometimes it's so cold in the church my fingers don't work right so I might hit some wrong notes. Or I might only play the soprano and alto line. BUT I PLAY.
I am in tears right now. I know it's stupid, but this is how I gave back to the church and to have people complain about it hurts. And it doesn't help when my husband is trying to tell me there's another side to things, blah blah blah. No, there's not another side. You be thankful that someone is willing to get up and do it when no one else volunteers.