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TIFU by losing my passion for music

I am a freshman in college now, and in high school, toward the end of junior year, I decided I would love to learn a new instrument. I'd played trumpet since 5th grade, and was very into music, band, and everything surrounding it. I loved (and still do love) the sound of the Saxophone, so I decided to keep playing trumpet for band, but learn Alto Sax on the side in my free time. I was extremely excited and rented a Saxophone from a local shop for a few months, took private lessons, researched new mouthpieces and ligatures, I tried everything and was very passionate about my new hobby. I would bring it to school and sit in a practice room during my off periods and practice, I spent all of my time on this.

Flash forward to now... I've just finished my first semester in college, and have met people and done things that I have never thought about before. I got really into rock climbing and snowboarding, I also spend a lot of time at the gym. My life took a 180 where I used to like sitting and focusing on a hobby that wouldn't require me to be all too active, whereas now I love getting up and doing stuff and can't find myself sitting around too long.

This is all great. I'm active and social and having a blast at college, except earlier this year I bought myself a saxophone so that I wouldn't have to rent one anymore. It was around March, and I spent my savings from a few years to get a really nice quality horn. I settled on a Yamaha YAS-62 iii, which to save you a google search costs in the realm of $4,000, little more or less depending. I even splurged and got the dark amber lacquer for an extra cost.

So now I have lost most my passion for playing and performing music, but am stuck with a professional quality instrument. My consciousness won't let me sell it, but I feel no passion for Saxophone anymore and gain no pleasure from forcing myself to practice.

TL;DR: I bought a new high quality saxophone before coming to college, but upon trying new activities here I can't find passion for sitting down and playing saxophone anymore

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