For the past few weeks, I’ve been playing guitar more than I had been. I’ve been playing about five times a week in my spare time, and the callouses on my fingers are a result of this (life is so much easier with those bad boys back on my hand).
I videoed myself for the first time last week (or was it the week before that?) and I’ve videoed myself several times since then. It’s the first time I’ve properly recorded myself doing something musical, and certainly the first time I’ve chosen to keep such a thing.
I think it’ll be good to look back on and remember a) how proud I was for getting where I am now and b) seeing how much I would have improved.
So I’ve been practising and practising and sometimes it sounds good and sometimes it doesn’t but I always love it and I always keep going.
Just earlier, I was rereading some of my old blog posts that I don’t even remember writing. And you know what? I’m so funny! I’m funny and insightful and I really like writing and I really like what I’ve written. At the time things seem average, but looking back that’s rarely the case. That’s why this whole blogging thing is good; it’s forced me to publish things without deleting them, and it’s taught me that perception and space mean so much. I would’ve deleted half of this stuff by now had it not been part of my blogging challenge. But looking back, what I’ve written is fine! We’re just hard on ourselves.
So I’ve been practising guitar and I’ve been writing as I have all year and sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s not and sometimes it’s hard and I want to stop but altogether it’s been such a year of learning and growing and learning some more. And I’m not going to say it’s been a fantastic year, but it’s been life-changing, and for now I think I’m okay with that.
Go and practise that thing, campers. I know you can do it.