That brings me to the very first post I ever made on TG. It was about the index finger on my left hand that had been severed a couple of times in construction accidents and it didn't have any feeling anymore. And the subject was, "how to deal with a finger that doesn't pay any attention to you?" Well that is until the slip in the Brooks Range. The one nick that didn't look so good was the finger nail on that same finger, had been bent over backwards and ripped off. Let my tell you, I found that I do have feeling in that finger after all. Once the cold wore off, I had feeling a plenty.
That leads to another thread that has been posted about hitting the wall. All I could think about at that point was "How the heck am I going to play my Seagull now?" I was forced to take a few days off once I got back home. By being away for a week, then being forced by pain to stay away a couple more days, I found that when I did pick up my guitar and start playing (very gingerly) that I have never played better. Everything that I tried, worked and I played things cleaner and clearer than ever before.
The finger is a little ugly now, but doing all right. Sadly my musical genius didn't seem to last too long. I'm back to the same old Scott that I was before my trip.
It would seem that there is a bottom line here, and that is a break from trying so hard, every once in a while, may be a good thing. I know that's hard to do, but maybe I learned something here.
Scott
