The older I get the more things I want to try. The more things I see the more things I think I can do. I’m capable of learning and capable of putting the work in to doing things I never thought possible.
It was a proven fact that I have absolutely no musical ability or talent.
I say was because in the past two months I have been taking guitar lessons.
In two months I have learnt that I am full of all kinds of skill and ability. For real. Just ask my guitar teacher. He’s amazed.
One problem.
I did purchase a guitar to begin these lessons. Steel strings. I thought it was awesome. At the time I did not know anything. We knew that. But since I have been educated some and brought to the realization that I do have ability and capability I have noticed some odd sounds coming out of my guitar. I keep hearing an odd twang. It is very displeasing to my ear. Last week the instructor showed me the difference between a nylon string guitar sound, and the steel string guitar sound.
I am thinking I am liking the sound of the nylon string. When he showed me the difference I didn’t hear that odd twang particular to my guitar.
Before lessons this morning my friend Maggie was at the house. Husband and I were visiting with her. She takes lessons with me.
I told him and Maggie that the sound coming out of my guitar does not sound like music to me.
The guitar is too twangy. I think I might switch to a nylon string guitar.
Maggie supported me. I have been complaining about two particular strings since I got the guitar.
I said I know I just got this guitar but I might get the nylon string guitar.
Husband rolls his eyes. And I said “I know you are cursing in your head because I just got this guitar but it doesn’t sound like music to me.”
Without missing a musical beat Husband says “no no, I support you getting another guitar, because you’re right.”
I smiled at his always there love and support.
Was about to move on in the discussion when I realized what he said. “It doesn’t sound like music to you either?”
He just smiled and said “I’m sure it’s the guitar’s fault”.
Love and support.
And truth.
