DoctorDeath

So, this one is still bugging me.

I’ve still not come to terms with retiring my stretched lobes – it’s odd, whilst I’m more than aware that my stretched lobes are not that important in terms of defining me, I still can’t bring myself to shrink them.

The idea of taping them and just getting on with business is looking more and more appealing. I’m just scared that I’ll look like a twat, I guess – some might suggest that I already do, of course.

My judogi is still in my wardrobe – probably a touch musty (if that’s the right word- ‘cupboardy’ sounds a lot more pleasant), but that’s nothing that can’t be cured by chucking it into the washing machine.

I’m needing to do some sort of sport or activity – I exercise, yes, but keeping the motivation up is hard- exercising for something helps keep the focus.

Then again, perhaps this is my mid-life crisis. Some people go out and buy a motorbike – I already have one of those (more than one, in fact). On second thoughts, a mid-life crisis for me would be to start dressing in a suit and get a job in a bank or something… :)

So, I decided to quit. I simply wasn’t getting any enjoyment out of practicing. Putting the time in is one thing, but putting time into something you’re simply not enjoying is another – life’s too short.

I still want to learn an instrument though. Before I was distracted by shiny bass guitars and amplifiers, I already had an instrument in mind.

What instrument? I hear you ask. (Okay, so you didn’t, but I’ll continue as if you did anyway…). It’s not quite as ROCK! In fact it’s not ROCK! at all. It’s…

...a banjo.

Dang.

Well, after I was made redundant I had to give up lessons due to the cost. Now I’m employed again, finding time for them is difficult as I no longer have a morning free.

With a tutor, I found my motivation dropped right off. I really must give myself a kick up the arse and get back into it!