I asked my wife of 10+ years of she could go get some strings for my wife’s classical guitar today, because I wanted to start paying again after a long depression. I’ve finally got some of my artistic side back.
Set the new strings and started playing. I couldn’t remember much from 25 years, but after a little while, my wife asked “How long did you play?”, because I was better than she thought I would be. Maybe because she’s never heard me play. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking suck balls, but I do remember some tabs. Hopefully, I’ll get better and not give up.
That’s great to hear! Yeah, creativity is good, but I sucks ass when depression hits you straight in the face, and all (and I mean fucking ALL) of my artistic side went straight out the window. I’m very happy I got some of it back, just hope my other hobbies also get back on track.