I failed 2025

I'm just starting here, but I have been running another blog for quite a while. At the beginning of last year, I wrote about only having a couple of purposes I wanted to follow through and accomplish:

1. Read one book per month.
2. Compose one song (lyrics and all instruments).

Well, if 2025 only had 6 months I'd have accomplished my reading quota -- it doesn't, obviously. Nonetheless, 6 books read is better than zero books the year before. So, there's a bright side for this one. And it's trending to at least stay flat this year, which is... something. The second one is the one I feel most disappointed in myself, and while much more complex to achieve, I was really looking forward to making it happen.

I had a lot of traction from 2024. I was feeling progress in my singing, I had some lyrics put more or less together and also some rhythm and riffs for the guitars. I was saving my good money to acquire a Squier bass package --one of those that include all musts and a little amp-- and an electronic drum set from Simmons. I was doing good. I felt like it was achievable. You know, life's famous for throwing curves but 2025 was wild, and 2026 much more so. I'm starting 2026 with an issue: I have basically 0 time to waste. Of course, I can be more honest and say that's not true... I have lots of time I can waste, so, let's rephrase it: Every second I waste, immediately comes and bites my ass. I've much more responsibilities than ever, a significant increase in both quantity and importance. That's to say that I have also significantly dropped the quantity of I spend composing or experimenting or whatever you call it when I take the guitar and something I like comes out of it.

Some leftovers of progress remain, though. Now, when I hear a song that gets me interested, I can much more easily figure out the chords, progression and picking. Mind you, I'm not a trained musician or knowledgeable about music theory. I know shit, I'm completely self taught. So, when I figure out a song in less than 20 minutes I feel this rush... Like, hell yeah. I feel proud of myself.

I guess this is what they call "shooting for the moon", right? It feels bad to fail, but it feels good to reach new heights.