The other day in at Belmont, the social studies teacher I am placed with was having a lunch time jam season with another teacher. They were so good. I was inspired. “Now if I just would practice”, I thought.
Well I have only picked up my guitar a couple of times in the past week. It is not because I don’t want to. She sits there in the corner of my dining room starring at me… calling to me. I am at my computer, again.. writing, doing a zoom class, researching, studying… The guitar looks at me and begs me to pick her up. Oh, I have a few minutes, maybe now. My dog pesters me “Isn’t it my turn to go out for a walk?”… Oh, my son needs to be pushed to: get out the door to go to school, do homework, prepare for his test, and to get off gaming and on to something else. Now it’s time for my mental health break – bike ride time! Oh, better go grocery shopping, make dinner, spend some time with my partner, spend some time with my son, spend some family time, eat, clean, do laundry, call my mom, call my sister, answer a text, read an email, go to bed… mmmmm, I guess guitar is taking a backseat to all those other people and things in my life.
It is not because I don’t want to play guitar, it is just there always feels like there are so many competing demands. She is still sitting there looking at me. I have 10 minutes until I have to take my son and his friend somewhere, then I need to walk the dog, get dinner on the go, etc.. I think I am going to go pick her up now.. if only for few minutes..
Tata for now.
