I took a chance and decided to go back to my roots.

Recently I have become obsessed. Obsessed with an old love that I fell away from about 13 years ago.

Music and writing. Why did I let it go?  What it all comes down to is my severe insecurity. That I wasn’t smart enough to learn how to play the guitar. That no one would ever listen to me sing a song I wrote because I wasn’t “pretty” enough. While it’s a shame that it took me until now to really look in the mirror and be happy with who I am, I am not looking to hold on to regret.  Better now than never, right?

I’ve been playing guitar for about 4 weeks now. It goes from frustrating to exciting all in one evening. One moment I am wondering if my fingers are even capable of moving in the correct way, and the next I am jamming out and feeling a happiness that I have never felt.

A happiness that is quickly interrupted by me completely ruining my rhythm and failing to switch chords smoothly. But, hey, you can’t become a talented guitar player in 4 weeks, can you?

Painting hasn’t been forgotten by me, as sometimes my fingers just can’t handle the guitar anymore. Upon reading about the symbolism of the Blue Jay, I felt compelled to paint a little tribute to the creature who I feel that I can relate to. Clarity, vibrancy, allegiance, curiosity, and determination. At this point in my life, I have come to a certain amount of clarity about there I am going and what I want to achieve. And I am definitely determined enough to beat on this guitar until I get this goal of mine achieved.