I used to play guitar all the time. I miss it. I've still got my lovely Ovation, that I saved for forever, just sitting in its' case beckoning me to come play again. Once I get situated in my new place, whenever and wherever that will wind up being, I think that is the first of my old joys that I am going to revisit.
Only thing is I'm not looking forward to rebuilding those calluses! Ouch! I've gone down this road before. Playing, not playing, playing, not playing - so the lovely pain of building the necessary calluses is one I remember with dread! I suppose the trick will be to NOT stop playing this time, right?
We can all meet somewhere when we're up to par, and play around a campfire...what fun that would be!
