The plan was to bring my guitar on vacation so that I could continue my practice regimen even while I was away. I started to get into a pretty decent routine at home, where I would help put the kids to bed, do the dishes and tidy the house, then pick up the guitar for about an hour before going to bed myself. I read somewhere a while back that an activity can’t truly become a habit until you practice it consistently for like 3 weeks or so. The same goes for things like eating healthy or working out. It’s not part of your routine until you’ve committed to it for that long. Then it begins to become a part of you…. if you all of a sudden stop in the middle of that cycle, you almost have to start from the beginning again.
So, here I am, on vacation sitting in the dark in a Las Vegas Hotel room with my family asleep, feeling a bit bummed that I haven’t been able to touch my guitar for 3 nights now. Of course there are “good” reasons. We’ve been on the road for 24+ hours over the last few days, I’m still fighting a cold and we are all exhausted from the crazy travel schedule. But who the hell cares? It’s not like Cliff and I have someone managing us through our respective projects. If we miss days, and get off schedule, it’s us that lives with it. We just need to get back on the horse and go get it.
Shut up already, and bring that guitar to your next hotel and practice. You can’t afford to get off track. Life is full of unknowns, so the most you can do is control what you can control accept the fact that stuff will come up. At the end of the day, it’s still your choice to take action, or leave the guitar in the case.
It’s me that has to live with my decisions.