Divorcing my guitar

That's what's happening in my brain. Well, it's a separation rather than a proper divorce, but it's a byproduct of deciding to wear my rings 24/7. - I think that I couldn't commit to another person until I loved them more than my guitar. I'm not saying that's necessarily true, but I'd like to find out. - I was chicken in 2023, but this year I think I've got enough stuff going on that I'm unlikely to miss Amy (my instrument). Still waiting to hear from the wānanga, but hopefully I'll be starting that course soon.