So last night, I was parked in front of my laptop watching the game. As I often do as of late, I'm searching the web for information on Martin guitars. A good guitar is my next instrument upgrade and I'm really leaning towards a D-28.
Later, I went back my bedroom to get ready for bed. I'm laying in bed scanning the channels and just randomly start watching a local access channel doing an hour show about a family.
The show talked about how this couple met in their 20's and have spent the better part of their marriage cruising the world on a small boat. They aren't wealthy. They just find a way to live life this way. They eventually had kids who shared this small boat. It is an amazing story. At the end of the show, they made a comment about how they approach life. They said, "Most people measure their life by what they have. We measure our life by what we've done". The kicker was their last name - Mr. & Mrs. Martin (/cough cough, my guitar I'm fixated on).
BOOM! WHAM! Boy did it hit me hard. Thoughts are just racing through my head. Part of me is excited that elements of me match up with this mentality. I've followed plenty of my dreams (including music). Then I start thinking about how materialism has crept into my life. Last night I was more concerned with drooling over various Martin's I found online then playing the guitar I have.
I intend to worry less about what I'm playing and more about how often and with whom. I'll always like quality instruments - but I really want to get away from thinking of my mando's & guitars as part of a collection. The collection I'm concerned about now are my collection of musical memories. The instruments are just a tool that allows me to reap the real reward.