The fact of the matter is, I have never loved anything as much as I love playing the ukulele. I think about it all day when I'm apart from it, and when it's in my direct eyeline, I can't not play it.
I'm not that great. I don't have illusions of grandeur. For playing for two weeks, I'm, well. I play as well as one would expect after two weeks. I've learned a few chords. I can successfully play one song. Not well, I gotta pause to move my fingers to the right chords, but it's getting there.
Of course, when you find something that makes you radiate with pure joy, you want to scream it from the rooftops.
Fun tip for anyone who is considering learning to play the ukulele: When you tell your friends and co-workers you are learning to play the ukulele, they will laugh. It is the same laugh from everyone. A sort of half chuckle of glee and mockery. And then they realize you're serious and say "No, really?".
And then they will ask you if you can play Somewhere Over The Rainbow like the Hawaiian guy does in 50 First Dates.
Finding the ukulele is exactly what I needed. It keeps my mind off of small, unimportant things (like my lack of a dating life) and again. Fills my heart with joy. I find myself walking around singing to myself. Loudly.
Not only did I want you to know that I'm learning the ukulele and enjoying it. I wanted to make public record letting you know, I am still that fantastically happy girl I was a few weeks ago. I feel like myself, I'm happy.
Life is good today.
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