I try very hard to live my life with no regrets. I’m happy to say that I have largely succeeded.
When I was 6, I started taking guitar lessons. I still remember begging my parents to make that happen. I went through several guitar instructors, entered some competitions (which I won) until the ripe old age of 10, at which point I told my parents I was done, for reasons I won’t go into right now. I’ve never really regretted my decision, since I have worked hard to continue to have music play a large role in my life.
There was one teacher in particular who to this day, I will never forget. He lived in a grand house with sweeping staircases, and we would have lessons in his library. His library was an actual room with BOOKS in it. He was very sweet and kind, and encouraged me to branch out into other musical pursuits, such as the violin and hawaiian style or slide guitar. I thought he was the best thing ever. My parents let me practice violin for a week, at which point my violin career ended.
So the other night, it suddenly occurred to me that I wish I had insisted to my parents that I wanted to continue branching out my musical training to other instruments like the violin. And I also wish my guitar teacher who encouraged that hadn’t died of a stroke so soon after I began training with him. I think my life would be very different now had he lived longer.
Autumn sunshine and autumn leaves conspire to wrap my vision in blazing colors, filling the day with warmth like that of a roaring fire, a cozy wool scarf, a creamy mug of hot cocoa. As if to say yes, the heat of summer is leaving, but there is warmth in winter too. And oh by the way, here is summer’s Grand Finale! I pronounce my requisite oohs and aahs, and shop for pretty big mugs, and contemplate knitting with alpaca.