a new year a new journey

I've always had the desire to sing and produce my own music. It always seemed far fetched and unachievable. But I've decided that instead of wondering what it would be like, I'm going to try my hand at writing, singing and playing.

The only song that I've ever written was back in grade 12 for my OAC Creative Writing class. I brought down my stereo, placed a blank tape, hooked up a microphone and placed it near the piano as I played my song and sang into the mic. It was nerve wracking because I knew that my teacher was going to listen to it. But I was surprised that she liked it and wanted a copy. Why I didn't keep it up, I'm not sure. But I think it's the right time for me to pick it up. There's no age limit when it comes to music.

So I picked up a guitar last Saturday. My friend lent it to me. And I've been practicing diligently. My fingers have started to form callsues. I feel like I'm accomplishing something every single time I press my left fingers to hold the strings down. And every single time I strum a chord on the guitar, I feel like I'm one step closer to getting there. the journey may be long but I have a feeling that I'm meant to do this. Like this is the only way I can trully connect with people and tell stories. Tell my stories. Stories I've kept in my diaries and stories I've shared with family and friends. I want to be able to channel it through my songs. So this weekend, I'll start writing and see where it takes me.

If ever I tire, which I'm sure there will be times when I feel like I can't go on, I'll just look for new inspirations. I feel like I have a long road ahead of me but I love music too much to be set back by that idea.