Letting Go

I said good bye to an old friend recently. It’s a psaltery I’ve had knocking around the house for the last twenty years. I took it in place of payment from a music shop I used to work for. I haven’t tried to play it in nearly that long and had never gotten around to tuning it. The likely hood I would ever get around to learning to play was low. Yet it’s still hard to give it up. I sold it for $25 more than the portion of my paycheck that I gave up for it. I’m wondering how long it will be before I stop kicking myself for letting it go.