Today marks 1000 days. 1000 days on a journey that I don't have a destination for. Each day I will play the guitar. This is how I will recover from the injury to my hand. This is how I will recover from the disillusionment and the despair over being unable to do what makes me feel most alive. I will increase each day until I am playing many hours each day. I will not deviate. I will have no excuses whatsoever. I will see the acupuncturist multiple times for wrist issues. I will have my arm worked on by many people to ensure I can physically continue without pause. I will play. I will find the truth in that damn guitar. And it will take me forever... but I will not stop.
Happy 1000 days on the journey to myself. After a serious injury to the tendons in my fretting hand just months after the release of my first album in 2015 (while in the midst of rehearsals for my first shows in 12 years) I was unable to play regularly for almost 9 months. This led to a fear that I would never be able to continue on my chosen path. To the degradation of my skills both mental and physical. To the pretending to move on from my dream. After a year and a half I was lost and confused and needed to find my way, I needed my dream back. I want to express my appreciation for the health and mental fortitude to continue each day to follow the path I have before me, however winding it may be and however lost I may become.