I went to Panama City Beach this weekend and I didn’t pick up a guitar once for four days. When I got home this morning, I opened the case in my parents kitchen, dug a pick out of my pocket, and allowed my left hand to instinctively form a solid E as my right hand mechanically responded and struck the chord. The comfort I feel with my hands on a guitar is euphoric. I don’t often forget how much joy I get from playing this instrument, and how lucky I feel for the ability to sit down and play what I hear in my mind, but perhaps it’s good to take a break from something we love every once and a while. When you return to it you may love it more than ever.

Hah, four days. Four days isn’t so long…maybe I’m crazy.