So, I've decided this is the year that I become Tracy Chapman. This means that I will pick up the guitar again, quickly surpass my previous skill level, and write amazingly intimate folk songs.
Except that it's already August and I barely have any calluses on my fingers. So, what’s a gal to do? I’ve decided to keep the dream alive, and wait ‘till New Year’s to admit defeat.
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