I Got My Six Strings

I've discovered another small key to sanity in this crazy world: keep your guitar close by you, and everything will be a little bit better. I left the case in here a couple of nights ago after I'd finished playing around a little bit, and it turns out that leaving it here as a visual reminder makes me want to play it even more. This in turn relaxes me like few other things can.

Another one of life's small pleasures is opening up my guitar case after it's been closed up for a day or so. The rich, woody smell that emanates from that case floors me every time. It comes with having a guitar that's made out of real wood instead of laminate, so I highly recommend getting one if you can swing it. Even if you don't play. Just to open it up once in a while. It's therapeutic. Honest.

So, with that in mind, I can hear the Taylor singing already.