guiltar

I’m not very good at guitar, despite all my desire to bust out with some awesome songs. Apparently it takes more practice than desire to get good at guitar. I’ve ignored the guilt-ridden instrument for the last year, sitting quietly in its little stand. But I put it high on my list of things I wanted to do when I got laid off, so I’ve now taken it off it’s stand and placed it in the middle of the floor in my bedroom. I figured that this way I can ignore it no longer. Instead of gotten very deft at jumping over it to go to bed.