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I joined today, and already I’m better than I started. In fact, I took a couple steps back; My hold was problematic. During Rock Camp, I struggled. I was probably the weakest in class. It was surprising. I did really well at Boise State. If only I’d followed through!
Well, I’ma give myself a big fat break on that one. I was the state of Idaho’s key witness in a stalking case that put my attacker behind bars for three years. I also was a young, young woman just leaving the trauma of sustained childhood abuse, with a future of mental chaos ahead of me and no coping skills whatsoever for weathering the storms of life, big or small. It’s a bloody miracle I survived, so there’s that.
So here we are! Starting anew in midlife, like a fucking rockstar!
At camp, I kept asking the “right” way to hold my guitar. The answer was always the same: “However’s comfortable.” Yes, there’s truth to that, but there’s also proper technique. (And I was too new to feel comfortable!) When you’re five years old in piano, they teach you to make your hand the shape of a bear claw. What’s correct on guitar? I’ll start there, and grow into my comfort. It was very frustrating for me not to have time to work through communication differences to get the information, as I need it.
In the FIRST lesson, Fender showed me proper hold. (Was that so hard?) So I’m backwards for a bit, reluctantly pacing myself on fingering exercises, rather than skipping straight to easy songs and learning their chords, like yesterday. (Jolene! Jolene! Jolene! Joleeeeeeeeene!) It’s funny how different brains set us up for gaps and gaffes in processing and understanding. So odd and diverse, the human animal.
I’m SO GRATEFUL! FENDER! This is just what I was asking for at camp! The link was posted on the camp Facebook page, so I’m still considering this part of that wonderful experience. This is camp. I’m still there. Yay!
Fortunately, I’m so beginning beginner yet that I don’t have far back to go to work the basics. This is, in truth, just in time. I needed to be thrust into the fire to break through my own barriers of precious ego and loss of control. I’m ever grateful that I gave myself that gift, and I dearly love my camp instructors. The girl who kept answering the same, despite endless rephrasing and efforts to find another reply, was such a beautiful person, with the kindest, most patient demeanor. I was tremendously grateful for her attention. She kinda became my personal tutor as class outpaced me (all day every day.) (I was really behind.) She’s statuesque and breathtakingly beautiful. I was intimidated by her on sight, and she’s among the most gentle energies I’ve encountered. Her name is Snow. She feels like a soft storm – big fluffy flakes – in a dense, quiet wood.