Years ago, more than most people here have been on earth, my Dad, a good guitarist, taught me some chords on his guitar (which he once shot with a .22 rifle, but that's another story). Anyway, I tried to practice, and I did do some good sessions of "getting it," but then my fingers began to get really sore. Like bloody sore. Like, "If I have to touch another fret or a string, I'm going to scream," sore. I quit playing. I know he was pretty disappointed in me. (That's not why he shot the guitar). Something weird has come over me lately and I've had this big yen to get hold of a guitar again. My daughter still had her guitar from high school in her basement, untouched for years. She brought it to me this morning. I cleaned it up and played around a bit on it, but it's badly out of tune. I think I may take it to the local guitar shop tomorrow and get it tuned, because I failed miserably to do it. Maybe you'll be hearing me on Austin City Limits soon! Yeah, when Tatiana becomes the American Idol and pigs fly out of my butt. Still, there was something magic feeling about holding a guitar again.
In the past week I've also had an overwhelming feeling to knit again. I've crocheted pretty recently, but it's been a long, long time since I've knitted. I've forgotten more than I realized. I ended up getting The Complete Idiot's Guide to Knitting at the library yesterday. When I checked it out, it turned out one of the librarians is an avid knitter and invited me to the Monday night knitting club meeting here in town next week. I'm going. I'd love to get confident and make beautiful things. I think both crocheting and knitting may keep my fingers limber and free from the creeping arthritis that's stalking me.
If you used to paint (I did that, too), crochet, sew, carve... whatever, if you get the urge to try it again, I encourage you to do so. You're never too old to learn something, especially something you used to know how to do! Leave some pieces of your talent and your heart for the coming generations.