The beauty, and surprise, of this is that you often don't see the change coming. The rotten things sneak up on you, and one day you think - poop - I couldn't get that yesterday, and now it's a snack - what happened, who am I, who bought my soul. I've got to the point where I test myself - I have one piece of music - a simple trumpet solo "Londonderry Aire" (Danny Boy) and strangely it has a number of just so slightly awkward parts in it - some quick descending progressions, an octave jump, some piano, some slurring, some gentle accents, and I have NEVER played it correctly. Oh, I've got the notes correctly but there is always some little bit that niggles at me, so I work on that - last night, after your initial post, and band practice, I came home and NAILED it. I was so pleased with myself I went to bed a happy boy - mind you, I'm mostly happy - I don't have enough years left to waste them being miserable. Remember, there is light at the end of the tunnel - just be careful which tunnel.