new strings

I finally did it.

I re-stringed my guitar. All by myself.

It was a good thing too, because the previous strings have probably been there since I bought the guitar. Which was ehhh, 3 years, give or take a few years. Why did it take me so long? Well I guess the number one thing was that I was too scared. I thought I would either snap the strings and/or break the guitar. At last, I mustered up the courage to find a helpful website and do the deed (Ok, so the "finding a helpful website" didn't take that much bravery, it just required me to get off of Facebook, which is tougher than it sounds).

As soon as I snipped the strings and tuned them up, I began to play.

Wow.

I never really realized how beautiful my guitar could sound. I'd always blamed my less than stellar playing (hey, I only just re-picked it up a couple months ago), on the age of the strings, but I guess inside, I just thought I sucked.

Now there is hope for me. I do not sound nearly as bad as before, but you can still tell that I'm a beginner.

I feel like changing the strings is sort of a symbol to how this summer is going to be. I'm never going to know how wonderful these next few months will be until I try. I know it sounds unbelievably corny, but even sappy things can be true.