Blogathon 6/14 – some consistency needed

My guitar-playing is suffering.

No, I don’t mean ‘my neighbours are suffering my guitar-playing”!

How rude!

I mean that my playing is suffering.

I have all the practice books.

I have rehearsal CDs and DVDs.

I have reams of music to songs that I genuinely *love*.

And sometimes I throw myself at these things – at all of these things – and practice and play along and sing along and have a Bloody Good Time.

And then there are the times I don’t.

These are the times when I get in and I’m knackered, and all I want to do is have a bowl of cereal and go to bed and sleep.

The trouble is, of course, the latter outnumber the former by something of the order of 25/1.

Yes, for every twenty-five times I come home so worn out I can barely remember I need to eat something, there is the one time I come home, I’ll look at the guitars, I’ll pick one up, I’ll tune it, and I’ll throw myself in to some Pink Floyd or some Missy Higgins and I’ll have fun fun fun fun fun.

Of course, the next morning the fingertips on my left hand will hurt like bloody hell.

But it will have been fun.

And then I come home that evening, so tired I can barely remember which way to turn the key in the front door.

And I might glance at the guitars, as I schlep my way upstairs to bed – bowl of cereal in hand.

I know I’m too knackered even to pick one up and tune it, let alone pick one up and play it.

And the fingertips on my left hand still hurt.

And I’m tired.

And I’ll wish I had the energy.

But yeah, I’m absolutely worn right out.