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Divorcing my guitar

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
  • Jan 25, 2024
  • 1 min read

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.

 
 
 

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Amanda Riddell
Amanda Riddell
Jan 25, 2024

I came across this phrase in a book after my 2020 mental breakdown. It was a book about Italian harmony and 19th Century opera: needless to say, I only made it a chapter or two in. 😂 Point was it described this cellist as being married to their instrument, and it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks that that's how I felt about Amy. So yeah, that's how I thought (or think).

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