Wild World

Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
I'll always remember you like a child, girl

I taught myself this Cat Stevens song last night. I love it so much. My heart breaks when I listen to it. It’s so pretty, I wanted it to be our wedding song, until Tim pointed out, duh, it’s about leaving. (Which would make sense, because the first time I really heard it was on his Breakup mix—which I loved but would send me into severe depression every time I played it all the way through.)

I don’t play the guitar much anymore. I reached a point where I knew I was naturally good at it, but to be great would take some work, and my Lazy Perfectionist habits decree that at that point, I give up.

Sometimes my fingers ache to be on the strings again, though, and so I pick it up again, tune the sorry old strings, and try to remember chords. The only time I like my voice is when I’m singing along to the guitar. It just makes me so happy to play music; I remember that Tim and I vowed to spend our lives making music, and now I want to jam with him again.

We’re getting a drum set sometime in the near future so I can be the next Meg White, though, so no doubt our jamming will pick up again, and our neighbors will call the police.