Yesterday I was prepping for my short stint in Switzerland and France later this month. I rarely get out of my pajamas on my days off. I grabbed an acoustic and flipped open the laptop.
Within moments Judah joined me. He dragged in my first acoustic, demanded a pick, and sat down in his diaper.
Apparently it was his day off, too.
We played together for about 20 minutes. That’s a long sitting for a 2.5 year old.
And then the flashback began.
I used to do the same exact thing. Strumming the strings. Mesmerized by their motion, the tone. By the fact that I could produce sound from it.
And that I was being like my parents.
Replicating who we’re around is a part of our DNA. It’s nearly impossible to turn off.
Make sure you’re spending time around those you want to be like. Then make sure you’re the kind if person you want others to be like. ch: