RCM Guitar

I didn't even know there was a Royal Conservatory of Music Guitar program! Not until recently.

Saddness... Anger? Hmm, frustration. It's getting later on in my life. Envy? Fear. I feel inappropriate without a nylon stringed guitar. Limitation. Acceptance approaches quickly. The outcome is still to be decided. My vision is obstructed, literally, there seems to be some over stimulation. Could it be a combination of my job seeking, Bible reading, strength training, guitar practice, computer usage, and syllabus introduction? Eye strain, brain strain. I feel good, but emotionally low, positively broke, with goals that seem a little too lofty. What was I thinking as I left High School? I really hadn't thought of much. I knew so little concerning desireable passtimes, everything was a hobby to some greater or lesser degree of seriousness. I favored those activities whose nature where most harmonious with my own: generative, exciting, social activities. Affordable activities. It would be a shame to never realize my potential as a classical guitarist because I lacked adequate equipment, but how can I invest into such equipment? The endeavour would incure more debt. It is reassuring to believe that I do have the credit to fulffill such a pursuit. Currently I do have the time to invest, but that will have to change and I will have to earn a living. It will be some time yet before I am a qualified guitar instructor.