I’ve been down again lately. For whatever reason. Not wanting to be here. Husband gone again. Dirty house. Etc.
So I cleaned the house. Still didn’t feel better. Read books with the kids. Moped basically.
Then the girls and I practiced the guitar.
Now I feel much better.
I have made this one of my goals: to learn to play along with my children.
This is my new passion to be honest. It’s become an obsession really. I played the other day until my wrist hurt that’s how bad I want this. And I’m very pain adverse. I practice until my fingers hurt (building calluses, ya know).
I didn’t think someone as old as I am could learn (not that I’m old but I’m definitely not 10 anymore). But it’s slowly taking shape.
I am determined to learn how to play My Savior My God by Aaron Shust, one of my favorite songs. The first time I heard it I remember thinking, That Intro would be cool to play.
Sometimes I think this new hobby is the only thing that is sustaining me. When I’m mopey, I get my guitar out and tinker around. I watch lessons online. Just to distract myself.
I’ve always wanted to play an instrument but since I grew up with a single mom I never had the opportunity. Now I do. And I intend to succeed this time around.
Not that it’ll be easy. Especially for someone as musically-challenged as I am. But I will give it my all and see how good I can get.
I have this new dream of being a worship leader or something crazy like that.
One never knows, do they? Not until you try.