Hush, Grannie. I’m playing.

Just four simple chords. Just four… simple… chords. Come on, hands. I’m working through some weirdness. A few of the thoughts I’ve had: You sound ridiculous. This is ridiculous. You’re too old for this. How silly is a ukulele? And yet you can’t even get this silly instrument to work. You look ridiculous. Your hands are never going to do this. Your left hand is too stupid to learn any of this. I mean, did you see how D Major is supposed to go? Ha! Never going to happen.

Whose voice is that in my head? I think it’s my Grannie’s voice, when she was at her worst.

Quiet, Grannie. I love you, but I don’t have to listen to you. Learning this song is not about doing it right. It’s about doing a thing badly, and enjoying it anyway. It’s play. Play doesn’t have to be done perfectly. In fact, it shouldn’t be. That’s why it’s play.

Hush, you.

I’m playing.