I'm getting there. Little by little, I am getting to the end of the manuscript. I have hit the midway point now. The major revisions were in the first half of the manuscript and they are now out of the way. Finally I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it is not an oncoming train. Whew. I might make this deadline after all.
Guitar lessons ended this week. I am not ready to leave the day job and run off and be a rockstar, but I know enough know that I can make some progress on my own. I'd like to take a more advance session of lessons, but I'll see what I can learn on my own first and then look at doing that later in the year. I have enough on my plate at the moment.
I have signed up for an intuitive development course which I think I mentioned. I have two classes down and two to go. It's an incredibly interesting course and last night's class was centred around auras and how to see them. I discovered the difference between the ground aura you're born with and the mood auras that surround you. Turns out my grounding aura is indigo, which is one of my favorite colors, and is represented by the number 6. Indigo represents healing, intuition and spirituality. The number 6 represents creative and artistic energy. Not bad. Next week we are doing a past life regression. I've done one of these before and they're quite amazing. I'm looking forward to it.
The clocks go back this weekend...or ahead...crap I can never figure it out. Either way, it means more daylight in the evening which means - yay! - I can start my walks in the evenings again. I can't wait. I've squeezed in a few on days where the weather cooperated and I managed to get home from work on time and didn't have something else going on. It feels so good to just get out and walk my 5K loop, to just let my brain go and enjoy the fresh air. I hate those 4 months where I'm cooped up inside with my workouts. Walking outside is one of the best workouts I do and yet it doesn't feel like work. I find myself craving it by the end of the work day.
And so that's where things are standing so far this week. Hope everyone else is doing great!
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...
I'm getting there. Little by little, I am getting to the end of the manuscript. I have hit the midway point now. The major revisions were in the first half of the manuscript and they are now out of the way. Finally I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it is not an oncoming train. Whew. I might make this deadline after all.
