I quit smoking 7 years ago. Not on the first try, far from it. Over the years I tried many times just to fail miserably. Sometimes I made it a few months and sometimes only a few hours. On that day 7 years ago I told myself that if I wasn’t going to do it that time it wasn’t going to be done and so far so good.
I’ve had the same relationship with the guitar. I started to teach myself many times only to quit and put it down. Sometimes to collect dust for a few months and sometimes a few years. It’s not like I’ve aspired to be a rock star though. I just want to be able to strum a few Buffett tunes while sitting Indian style by the campfire. Well, I can’t sit that way anymore without a painfully protracted process to extricate myself but at least I can attempt again the six string and maybe learn a few chords.
Now think about this for a moment. We live in an Airstream. It’s been particularly cold outside of late, even too cold for campfires. Poor Margo is subjected to my practicing which at this point consists of buzzing strings and my very poor rendition of “He’s A Jolly Good Fellow” (I’ve only made it to the third string in my book). Since I don’t have a natural talent for making music it’s going to be a long haul but haul I must because again, if I don’t do it now I never will.
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