The other day I had a Guitar Panic Attack.
My wife, who usually keeps me on a level keel, is visiting the kids out of town. I couldn't go because I've been working in the studio all week. But being alone for days can make a person a little crazy (I sometimes work around the clock).
Suddenly for some reason the idea exploded in my brain that I needed to "make room" for a guitar I have coming in a few weeks. And I got all worked up.
I was all set to sell The Mighty Sig.
But then a redemptive thought somehow crept into my head: "Why on earth do I think I need to do this?" And of course I couldn't really say. It makes no sense! The guitar is fantastic.
So I said no. Relax. There isn't a reason to go crazy. Settle down.
And I played the guitar on a project today, and yeah, it was wonderful. I'm so glad!
Sometimes you don't appreciate how much you like what you've got until you contemplate life without it!