I’m still trying to process the second thing that happened yesterday.  My feelings about this are . . .complicated, so I’ll take it slow.


It’s about my love of playing music and about my being considered by others to be a worthwhile musician.  Now, I’m not a teenager.  I’m 68.  And I was invited to show up with my bass guitar, which I barely know how to play, at a regular Wednesday night session to play with four other guys.  I was ecstatic. And I *felt* like I was in high school.


This is a big deal for me, and I can’t explain why in just a few words.  I can’t explain it because I don’t really know why.  And I hope that by writing about it I’ll figure it out.


First, this is what I have *wanted* for many years.  I have wanted to be a musician that plays with other musicians in a small-group setting.  Regularly.  And now . . it’s happening.


And, of course, I’m happy that it’s happening, but I’m also a little focused on why it happened.  I can see how the things I did the past few years led me to this.  And *this* is the story I’m trying to understand and tell because I think it speaks to lots of people who want something in their life.


Let’s go back three years to when I decided I would learn to play bass guitar.  I looked on the Facebook marketplace and found a bass guitar for $100.  I asked my friend Mellissa Loggins, owner of Music Authority in Cumming, GA about taking bass lessons, and she got me started with one of the teachers.  


I had to beat back the Resistance to take this simple step.  To work with a teacher to learn to play the bass guitar.  It was not done easily.  


And this puzzles me, because, I’ve taken LOTS of music lessons in my life, and I’ve played in lots of large ensembles like school bands and community bands.  I have sung in LOTS of choirs and quartets and such.  I even got a degree in vocal performance late in life - a legitimate college degree - and this kind of makes me a legitimate musician, right.  So why the Resistance to learning to play bass guitar?  


But the resistance was real.  And I overcame it.  I started to learn bass guitar.


So yesterday, when I was invited to join the Wednesday night session, in a casual and offhand manner, I was inwardly very excited.  I felt like the high school twerp being asked to sit with the cool kids at lunch.  Seriously.


But more than that, I saw that my intentional actions worked.  It validated the method of doing things intentionally to reach a goal. 


Apparently, I needed that validation.


More on this tomorrow.