Day 2152 - Day 326
Day Twenty Two of Thirty days of Giving Thanks:
I am very thankful for Alberta, my beautiful Carvin acoustic guitar- not because of its monetary value by any means but for what she means to me and what experiences I have had with her. After six years of a 365, I cannot remember if I’ve shared this story, but I will anyways.
When I first learned to dream and go after things that I wanted to have, accomplish, see, or do I was utterly penniless and in dire straits. I had about $20 to my name for groceries every week and often went without so my wife could eat. The bills mounted, wolves were at my door breaking it down, and things were not changing. But I still believed in what I had learned, that we can focus and believe and make our dreams a reality- and this guitar was to be the test of that.
Up until then I’d achieved dreams but they were dreams that didn’t cost money, and if they did it was very minimal. This was a pretty big expense and I was paycheck to paycheck so the world would have told me that there was no way I’d ever have her in my hands. I visualized and pictured myself playing this, ordering the guitar: every imaginable detail. Before I knew it I had the money- but I had an expense come up that took precedent. I didn’t give up but kept on and doors opened up for overtime and additional income. Before I knew it, I had the money and ordered it.
I remember every detail of the day it came: tracking its delivery through UPS, running home on my lunch break to pick it up, opening the case, etc. Pictures really never do justice on the craftsmanship of Carvin Guitars.
The first time I played this guitar publicly was about 10 weeks later at my sister’s funeral. I had hidden the purchase from my family because I didn’t think they’d understand what this guitar meant to me as they never really understood what music meant to me; I knew they’d think I was being irresponsible. I decided that was stupid to hide behind such fears, and I sat down with my dad and talked about it and showed it to him- I sat by my sister’s casket and played haunting melody after melody; it was my way of “showing” it to her and my way of grieving.
Hands down, this is the best acoustic I’ve played on in my life… but more so when I pick up Alberta, yes I name all my guitars, I remember to believe in my dreams… and I NEVER want to forget that!
Theme: Thirty Days of Giving Thanks
Year Six Of My 365 Project
Day 2152 - Day 326
Day Twenty Two of Thirty days of Giving Thanks:
I am very thankful for Alberta, my beautiful Carvin acoustic guitar- not because of its monetary value by any means but for what she means to me and what experiences I have had with her. After six years of a 365, I cannot remember if I’ve shared this story, but I will anyways.
When I first learned to dream and go after things that I wanted to have, accomplish, see, or do I was utterly penniless and in dire straits. I had about $20 to my name for groceries every week and often went without so my wife could eat. The bills mounted, wolves were at my door breaking it down, and things were not changing. But I still believed in what I had learned, that we can focus and believe and make our dreams a reality- and this guitar was to be the test of that.
Up until then I’d achieved dreams but they were dreams that didn’t cost money, and if they did it was very minimal. This was a pretty big expense and I was paycheck to paycheck so the world would have told me that there was no way I’d ever have her in my hands. I visualized and pictured myself playing this, ordering the guitar: every imaginable detail. Before I knew it I had the money- but I had an expense come up that took precedent. I didn’t give up but kept on and doors opened up for overtime and additional income. Before I knew it, I had the money and ordered it.
I remember every detail of the day it came: tracking its delivery through UPS, running home on my lunch break to pick it up, opening the case, etc. Pictures really never do justice on the craftsmanship of Carvin Guitars.
The first time I played this guitar publicly was about 10 weeks later at my sister’s funeral. I had hidden the purchase from my family because I didn’t think they’d understand what this guitar meant to me as they never really understood what music meant to me; I knew they’d think I was being irresponsible. I decided that was stupid to hide behind such fears, and I sat down with my dad and talked about it and showed it to him- I sat by my sister’s casket and played haunting melody after melody; it was my way of “showing” it to her and my way of grieving.
Hands down, this is the best acoustic I’ve played on in my life… but more so when I pick up Alberta, yes I name all my guitars, I remember to believe in my dreams… and I NEVER want to forget that!
Theme: Thirty Days of Giving Thanks
Year Six Of My 365 Project