My name’s Greg, and I bought my first guitar in college.
My roommate was an avid guitarist, and promised to show me how to play.
And while he did show me a few things, he was definitely not cut out to be a guitar teacher.
Even though I couldn’t really play, I found that playing around with different notes and strumming eased the stress of exams and midterms.
After college, I still tried to keep up with the guitar, buying various books in the hopes of learning.
I’m sure you can guess what happened next.
That’s right: life happened.
I got a job, got married, started my own business, and later had two beautiful daughters who are now 5 and 8.
While juggling my landscaping business and my growing family, I was left with very little time for the guitar (or none at all).
I had found that the guitar was a type of stress reliever for me, and as the years went by, there were multiple times when I tried to pick it up again.
The same guitar that I had owned since college now sat in a closet in our house.