‘30 somethings in 30 days’
Day 27 -
Wow, I really had to drag myself over to the guitar today. Last night, we sat up late around the fire and talked and sang and danced. It was so much fun! Today, I am hungover, tired and wanting to indulge myself and my slothful thoughts. I’ve been swimming in the ocean and reading Joan Didion in the sun, when it has graced us with it’s tepid glow.
We arrived back at the house after our beach jaunt, and while folks showered and generally freshened up, I forced myself to write. My heart was not in it, but that doesn’t matter. I wrote anyway. I thought about how cold it has been down at the beach and how we always swim, no matter what the weather. I wrote about what a rough and tough breed us Melbournites are. How we love the outdoors, but it doesn’t always love us. It was a quite silly and irreverent piece. For instance… ‘with heads like The Olgas, we’re a ruddy old bunch, even though we wear sunscreen, our sun packs a punch’.
Then on to the guitar. Trudge, trudge, trudge.
Do you know those days when you wake up and you can’t make a fist with your hand? My hands have declared themselves a republic in their own right and refuse to talk to the motherland. I couldn’t even get them to strum up, then down. It was one or the other, but it could not be both. Interesting.
I pushed on and played all of my songs, while my friends prepared dinner in the open plan kitchen. It took a lot for me not to be self-conscious and I was, but I still gave it my best shot. They think my songs sound great. That feels good. I’ve realised I’m going to have start staging some ‘mini-concerts’ soon, in order to take the next step with my playing. I’m nearly there!
How has your weekend been treating you? I hope you’ve been able to indulge your inner-sloth. It needs to be acknowledged sometimes.
Ang x
