I gave away my guitar

 All I ever wanted since I was young was a guitar. I was, in truth, in awe of musicians, especially guitarists. They made it look so easy- the ability to evoke such emotional change across millions of people- but of course, I knew, like thousands of others, that actually learning to play a musical instrument is actually incredibly tough. 

The hours of practice, dedication, not worrying about making mistakes- the sheer pig headedness needed in order to continue when you seem to be going nowhere. 

Then one day I actually acquired a guitar. Now was my moment. Now I would learn. Now I would be in a band. Now I would be playing to a stadium audience... well not quite. But at least I might be able to strum a few chords?

Instead of treading the proper route- eg paying to get lessons from a qualified professional (keyword there... paying lol)- I decided that the online based learning route was the one for me (free of charge). Was this the best route? Maybe not- as I found myself cherry picking bits from here and bits from there. The end result was only that I ended up knowing a handful of notes I could pluck, and maybe the four main chords. It was all a bit of a mess. I knew a bit, but not nearly enough to summon even an audience of one. 

Did I mention that learning guitar is tough? Well it is. Very tough. 

To be honest, I do have a busy job and a young baby so maybe picking a musical instrument to learn wasn't the most sensible option for me. My time is inevitably stretched and I am too petrified to wake the baby to begin to even think about practising at night time so the whole instrument idea was a non starter.

So the poor guitar just sat. Lonely. In the garage. Gathering dust.

That was until today. My daughter, who is inexplicably brilliant with music and can actually play instruments was sitting in the front room minding her own business.

"How's your guitar playing going?"

"Well, I can't really practise as one of my strings is broken".

A lightbulb went off in my head. I brought out the previously lonely guitar and her eyes lit up. I think the guitar lit up too- no longer forgotten about in the garage- now it would be played by someone who had some musical ability! Not a cack handed amateur like me. 

So off my guitar went, into the boot of my car, off for a new lease of life. 

When we arrived at her mum's, my daughter grabbed the neck of the guitar and strode in- looking like she was on a mission.

Yes the guitar I craved all my life is gone. But I feel good that firstly, it is still in the family, and secondly, it will be played by someone who will be dedicated, which is definitely one thing you need in order to become the next stadium rock goddess! 

I'll keep you updated on her progress!