The common theme to several recent conversations has been "so what next"?
In response, I've smiled and laughed and spoken about the joy of being inside on a icy evening, and hiding from the rain, and collapsing when I get home rather than forcing myself into trainers and strange-guy running gear. In practise I hope I will maintain some momentum and continue to run though the current break feels truly well-deserved (my natural laziness needs to be allowed a little more space and freedom surely, although hopefully it won't take over my entire existence forever).
But equally I feel this concept of pushing along should continue somehow. And so I've been thinking.
Not exercise, I thought, something else. What else have I repetitively failed to achieve before? Ah, yes, the answer is clear ...
And so yesterday, (I think I'm still within the 24 hours!) I began my latest attempt at self-improvement and dedication to the cause of additional life guilt. I started to try and teach myself ...
... to play the guitar.
I am not imagining I will manage to play every single day, as realistically carting trainers with me has been a pain ... but carting the guitar around is likely to prove rather more genuinely problematic. But the idea is I will play every day I can for at least 15 minutes. Well play ... in the broadest sense you understand!
I have no apparent gift, and so I anticipate the struggle. But so far I have tuned my guitar, read some basics, placed my fingers carefully on the neck in line precisely with instructions, and played - slowly and rather unmusically - two chords. Separately.
Having had such success I then tried to move between them. That was however a step beyond and into definitely too far! But it was a start; and a start is all one needs on day one.
Having blogged therefore I leave you now to ponder this extension of my stupidity, and head to find out if my fingers are feeling any more flexible than yesterday.
And so ... my Febethon has begun. Guitar month here we come!
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