Today, I’m grateful for February 14, 2020, the 50th anniversary of my first guitar lesson!
Sometimes, I think I should be a heck of a lot better at it, since I’ve been playing for fifty years. But I’m not. I’m an average musician who’s satisfied with the level I’ve reached and I’m ok that perfection isn’t my goal. Playing makes me happy — especially playing with a group of other musicians, making beautiful music together.
Last night, while playing it at church, I felt lost in the songs, an integral part of the music, part of the momentum of prayer. I was drawn to the guitar at a young age and have had a love/hate relationship with it ever since. When my right shoulder froze a couple of years ago, I stopped playing for almost a year. It’s good to be back at it.
Today, I’m grateful for music. It’s always been a part of my life, and this time of year music is truly special. I belong to an a cappella chorus that’ll sing for five holiday events this month. On top of that, there’s the church choir and the worship band, where I offer my meager guitar skills. And, of course, there’s my Christmas playlist, which includes Garth Brooks, Jewel, and Pentatonix, among others, which I’ll be blasting whenever I get the chance.