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.
I bought a (used) guitar years ago and finally took a few lessons some months. I can hit a few chords, no complete songs (yet) and learned that over 60 maybe isn’t the best time to start (My fingers just won’t get up to speed or my brain is slower or the two of them have some plot going.) Anyhow, It’s like my welding. I’m no good at it. Sometimes I succeed. However, i’m having so much fun doing it that I keep on doing it.