Strumming my pain

New beginnings or the beginning of the end, only time will tell. Somewhere between 5:00-5:15 this evening I will be taught the a, b, c of playing guitar and somewhere between the next fifteen minutes, based on my abilities to learn I will know if I am accepted as a student or given the boot. I wish I had longer and stronger fingers, I wish I had clipped the nails a little shorter, I wish people were willing to take weaker students, I wish my thumbs were not numb from playing basketball and fingers frozen in fear. My friend reminded me that I am doing this to myself at this grand old age because doing new things is fun. I am convinced it will be fun, perhaps a lot of fun, for whom is the question.