Shunnnnnnnn

When in the middle of the somewhat tumultuous decision making process about serving a mission, I was forced to come to terms with the sacrifices I would make, those things I would leave behind. I considered school, marriage, holidays, car, career, etc. I accepted these losses, left for a year and a half, and come home to find that really, I had not missed much. HOWEVER, months later, I've made an alarming discovery. I once had a skill. A skill that could wow any spectator. A skill that came naturally. A skill that I flaunted at every possible opportunity, and there were many. I was absurdly good at Guitar Hero. I was the Hero of Guitar. I was the reigning champion at any party. Worshiped by opponents. Strumming Freebird on expert as though I was born to. Now, I'm stripped of all ability. Awkwardly I hold the plastic guitar, hitting the colored buttons half a beat behind, the wrong fret, and held too short or too long. Apparently mastery over a simulated rendition of Nirvana's Heart Shaped Box is not a blessing of heaven brought forth by sacrifice.