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Maybe I’ve Lost My Mind
Well, it’s official, I might have lost my mind. The other day, while poking around on Amazon, looking for gift ideas, I made an impulse purchase, an electric guitar and amplifier. Looks pretty cool, right? I mean, it’s red and shiny.
And I’ll look pretty cool playing it. Just imagine me, rockin’ out to all my favourite tunes. Well, except for the small inconvenient fact that I have no idea how to play the guitar. Literally, no idea. I’ve never even held one.
I’ve always wanted to learn to play an instrument but never had the opportunity. As a child, my parents didn’t have the financial means to provide me with music lessons. As an adult, I was, until this point, too busy with, well, the business of life.
On a positive note, I was smart and ordered a left-handed one. I’m right-handed, but I do everything aside from actually writing as a leftie (batting, catching, eating, etc.). And I did pretend to hold one, before I ordered it, just to see which way felt right. It seems I made the right choice.
Oh well, I taught myself to tune the damn thing and to play 3 chords with the help of YouTube last night. Not terrible progress, I suppose. I was looking for a new challenge to occupy the whirlwind that is my mind.
My husband thinks it’s super cool. My son is pretty sure I’ve lost my mind to some sort of mid-life crisis. I’m somewhere in the middle. It’s cool, but yeah, maybe I’ve lost my mind a little bit. Or, maybe, I’ve just found it. That’s one of the great things about being over 50 (well, exactly 50 in my case), we’re finally free, financially, socially and emotionally, to be a little crazy. And with that freedom, I introduce you to my symbol of emancipation — my little red guitar.
