There are moments in life when you feel absolutely triumphant with the smallest things.
It has been days since I picked up Strange. Unless you count the few minutes I picked her up on my birthday, during with Amras was able to teach me a C chord (which would prove to be extremely necessary). I haven’t dedicated any real practice time. Somehow, work kept getting in the way…
So today I finally ended up picking Strange up, tuning her properly, and sitting down with the guitar tab that I have been staring at and afraid of for about three weeks.
I was going to do this dammit…somehow I was going to do this.
And low and behold…an hour later? I could play and sing One Tin Solider. I could play it very very slowly, and rather carefully, but faster than I ever thought possible considering that I couldn’t even manage the first chord a few days ago. My fingers hurt, but my heart felt lighter…that I could actually do this. Could do it to the point where my fingers weren’t always thinking about the changes, where I can slip from a C to a G without looking at the fretboard…
I can play a song…
An actual proper song, not half of one, a whole one…
I actually set my mind to something and did it, just because I could..
And that? That is pretty amazing…