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How Good and Bad Days Shaped My Guitar Playing Journey
And Why I Don’t Mind the Bad Days Any More
When I first started learning guitar, I was naïve. I thought that if I put in enough time each day, I’d be playing like my heroes in no time. I imagined myself effortlessly strumming complicated chords, moving my fingers across the fretboard with the speed and precision of a seasoned professional. But reality hit hard when I realized that progress was not linear, and the road to mastery was filled with more frustration than triumph.
In the beginning, the bad days were soul-crushing. I would spend hours trying to nail a particular chord progression or riff, only to struggle with the basics the next day. I would question my ability, my dedication, and even my decision to learn the guitar in the first place. Was I just not cut out for it? Was all this effort in vain? The self-doubt was overwhelming, but I never considered quitting altogether.
And something kept me going — perhaps it was the minor victories, like finally mastering a song that had eluded me for weeks, or the satisfaction of hearing a chord ring out clearly after countless failed attempts. These moments of success, no matter how fleeting, were enough to keep me picking up the guitar, even on the toughest days.
