One pluck at a time. in The Napkin.
- May 7, 2022, 11:03 a.m.
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Woke up sad. It happens. Ate my oatmeal and crawled back into bed.
Still sad, but I think I can muddle through the day. I have one errand to run before work. I’m due to get cat litter and cat food, but I just don’t have the spirit today. I’ll aim for that tomorrow.
Turns out it’s been two years since Wifey gifted me a guitar. Didn’t remember until facebook memories. (I actually like that feature.) It was the last time I had true estatic happiness. I keep it as a reminder that it’s possible to feel like that.
Of course, that’s intercut with the fact that we split a week later. I still wonder if I would have actually taught myself guitar. Rather than me not opening the case, very much in a don’t-move-anything-don’t-change-anything state.
Which. Is kind of my modus operandi. I am that friend who doesn’t change much.
As opposed to that friend who is constantly delving into different things.
Sigh.
The nap helped, but meh. I hope I have better luck mentally tomorrow morning.
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