A good feeling

My guitar string snapped at the end of what was already a bad day.
I was jamming on my guitar and harmonicas with my friends Kerri on the ukulele and Elena on my ukulele, trying to relieve the stressful Friday. I mean, what better thing to do to relieve tension than hang out with two pretty girls and play Christian music on instruments? Then Elena wanted to play my guitar and I remembered that I keep mine tuned two steps down so I can attempt to sing along (doesn't work anyway. . .) so I decided to tune it back up. Then, the "D" string snapped. It was a sad day.

Later that night, I acquired new strings from a friend, and on my plans for Sabbath it went: "restring my guitar."

I don't know if you've ever strung an instrument, but I always enjoy it. First you have to take off the old strings, one by one. These strings are old and faded. Then, one by one, you attach the strings and start putting on tension on them. I don't know why I get such a kick out of it, but I enjoy it. The whole idea of removing the old and faded "stuff" and replacing it with brand new shiny and crisp "tools" is maybe what I take out of it. Yes, there is tension to put on the new strings, but it's done to make them sound good.

When I'm finished, I always feel good. It's an inexplicable feeling, really. It makes me feel really good inside.
Random, I know. =)