A few slices ago I was writing about how much I wait for my kids. I remember writing when I was sitting in my cold car for my daughter in her music lessons. I write as I sat waiting for my son in drum lessons. I did, and still do, a ton of waiting for them.
I mentioned I had always wanted to play an instrument when I was a kid. It didn’t occur to me to take some dang lessons at the same time as my kids until a fellow slicer gave me a little nudge.
For the past few months I have been talking guitar lessons on Saturday mornings. I am pretty awful but I am doing it!
My only regret is the color of my guitar. I didn’t know they came in many different colors until I saw another student putting hers away, it was a sweet pink.
My goal is to play something and sing at the same time. I tried and my brain can only do one of the two.
It is never too late to start something, anything, new.