happy days

I'm spending my days sitting on my bean bag, listening to the birds chirping outside, hearing the leaves sway in the wind, fiddling around on the guitar. You'd think I'd be making some decent sounds by now... but never mind, it's still fun. In fact, it's more than fun, I'm loving it. I've never tried playing an instrument before. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I seem to enjoy anally retentive attempts at creating prettiness. I would say that I'm just enjoying the kick of seeing all of the awkward and painstaking attempts at making sounds eventually melt into something pleasant, but that's not it. I'm loving the hideous, painful periods when all of the sounds come out wrong. When I try to do something uncomfortable the world gets filled with twangy notes and contorted fingers, and all I'm doing for a while is sitting on a bean bag, trying to play.

Oh, and in between all of that, I'm sitting in front of this screen, trying to type. I love my work.

And right now, I love life in general. It's nice that I don't feel as though I have to trawl through layers of grit to get a peek at myself any more. Hey, the grit isn't always so ugly, but it does weigh me down. It's even nicer to have found a grit-free someone that seems like what's left behind when all the dirt is washed away.