I’m just going to come out and say it.
I bought a ukulele on Sunday and it is the. Best. Thing. Ever.
You can tell I’m deadly serious because I put full stops after each of the last three words in that sentence.
Side note: Why do Americans/Canadians refer to full stops as ‘periods’. That’s weird, isn’t it?
I first thought about buying one way back in July. I didn’t have the money and thought it might just be a passing fancy and ultimately a waste of money.
But as the weeks went buy and then the months I still thought about buying one.
I researched them. I watched YouTube videos of them. I considered whether I’d be able to actually play one.
That I spent four months at times agonising over whether or not to spend a mere £60 on a musical instrument says a lot about me, I think.
First of all, it says how terrified I am of spending… or wasting… money.
Who spends that long considering spending what’s hardly life-changing cash?
It also says something else about it. I am terrified of making the wrong decision. As the old saying goes (and this is my favourite variation on it):
It’s not the failures you regret, it’s the times you never even tried.
I might still fail but, my God, I’m going to have fun doing it.
I can already play dumbed down, simplified versions of I’m Yours by Jason Mraz and Three Little Birds by Bob Marley.
It is addictive, man. My fingers hurt from holding the strings when I play the chords.
It’s been sitting there looking at me all day and I’ve been itching to finish work so I can play it.
It’s something to look forward to at the end of a day. Something to do. Something to occupy my time. Finally!
Yes, it’s early days but I love it. I love it so much that left to my own devices, I would probably have sex with it and raise a family of tiny little ukuleles.
I’m joking! (You know I don’t like babies.)
And the reason I wanted to document this feeling in a blog post is because I don’t know if it will last. And it will be nice to look back on this post one day and remember it.
Finally, I thought it was the perfect juxtaposition when, on Sunday, as I was delighted to be bringing home my first ukulele, my best mate was bringing home his first baby.
Real grown ups are creating families, I’m buying a piece of wood with some strings on it. I’m definitely winning.
Don’t tell my other friends with kids, but I’m actually happy and excited for him whereas I was totally nonplussed towards to existence of the sprogs of my other friends.
Right, I’m off to make my fingers bleed.
Take care, kids.