For the past few nights, I have fallen asleep with my guitar.
“Wait, you play the guitar?” those of you who know me might be asking.
“Girlfriend, you need a man,” might be what others might be thinking. That comment needs a whole other blog post, at least.
But as for the first question, yes I actually own three guitars now. But I rarely play them. The thing is that I thought I just didn’t know HOW to play. And each time I would pick one up to try, I would get frustrated and think that this whole guitar thing is so far from… well, who I am. So I would give up.
The thing is that there are guitars all around me- from the painting I did years ago, still hanging on my wall, to the guitar piggy bank I have in my kitchen, to the little guitar decoration on my bookshelf. Oh, and what about that guitar keychain I owned for a few years? Not to mention that one of the most inspiring and life changing movies I have ever seen is called The Guitar as well.
So what gives? Why didn’t I just see the signs and get to it? If any of you have tried playing the guitar, especially an adult, you know it’s not that easy. Getting your fingers to coordinate and stretch enough but also be delicate enough to get right into the exact spots on the frets is pretty tricky stuff.