I have wanted to learn to play the guitar since I was about eight years old. But the tragic story of my youth goes something like this - I desperately wanted to take guitar lessons, so for reasons unbeknownst to either of us, my mother sent my brother to them instead. But after a few lessons my brother quit. And because my brother quit, my mother assumed I would as well and I never got sent to lessons. But I did snag my brother's guitar. Sadly, part two of the tragic story goes something like this - I was a runt. And my puny arms would not fit around the guitar with any hope of playing properly. So when the school offered ukulele lessons I got signed up for those.
Let me tell you, there is a very deep and wide valley separating the coolness of playing the guitar to playing the ukulele. Despite that, I was the best damn ukulele player that elementary school had ever seen.
Still, year after year, I continued to covet the guitar. Several times I tried to teach myself. I would learn a few chords then hit the wall. What now? What about strumming techniques, picking? And how the heck do I get my short fingers to stretch around the G chord? I had questions none of the books could answer. I needed a real, live, guitar playing individual to help. But when I looked at taking lessons the cost was always more than I could justify at the time.
Last year I added learning to play three chords on the guitar to my goals. It didn't happen. I did however get my brother-in-law to re-string my guitar after my five year old nephew decided he wanted to be a rockstar and broke two of the strings.
Then yesterday a friend at work mentioned she was buying her daughter guitar lessons through the City's rec centre for her birthday. I inquired about the cost. Just $38 for 8 beginner lessons. She mentioned there was an adult class as well and sent me the link to check it out. Now, I don't know what rock I've been living under all these years that I have never been aware of the City's rec centre, but aside from just guitar lesson I picked out about 10 other courses I wanted to take and that was before I even got halfway through the list. Yoga, tai chi, pottery, photography, the list went on. Finally I came to guitar. The lessons started January 14th. I hesitated for a moment, some latent laziness creeping in from behind saying 'do you really want to add one more thing to your plate?'. I gave that laziness a swift back kick, returned it to wherever it came from, and clicked on the button so sign up. I had dubbed this the Year of Change. Change does not come by standing on the sidelines.
So this Monday I will be channeling my inner rockstar and heading off to my first lesson.
In the meantime, I bought myself an early birthday present - 3:10 to Yuma came out on DVD yesterday. I am now the proud owner of my own copy which I expect will be viewed many, many times. Good thing about those guitar lessons, or I may never leave the house again...