I've been playing my ukulele pretty consistently since I got it for my birthday a month ago. With a full-time job, I don't have the kind of time writing, practicing, and socializing requires. I have to pick and choose. This is why I've fallen behind on my blogs. I feel guilty for always choosing my ukulele, especially in regards to my vegan blog because I care so much about it. It's just that I come home from work feel completely deflated. Once I come through my bedroom door, I put my things down, I instinctively find myself reaching for my uke. As I play though the song I worked on the night before to see what stuck, my uneasiness from work dissipates and I feel ok again. Then I shower, eat, catch up on online stuff, find a new song to try, sleep, and everything starts over again.
Despite the ukulele's happy-go-lucky image, I can't help but feel hardcore as I push on my calluses at my cash register at work.
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