The Ukulele Zone

I hit a zone tonight. A Ukulele Practice Zone. It felt good. It was a first for me. Then the phone rang. I had to take the call.

I was a little aggravated. But I took the call even though I could have let it go to voice mail. The moment the phone rang I knew I left the zone. The ukulele practice zone. But just being there for a few brief minutes was a great feeling.

What made it different? I'm not sure. I know I was bouncing back and forth between practice and playing for over a half hour. Every strum felt like it was a little better than the last. Every pluck of a string felt clear and defined.

The metronome practice clicked. (Pun intended.) The dynamics were there. It was fun.

Maybe because I was in a bad mood all day and I forced myself to play made it different somehow. I don't know. I don't care. I just want to get back into the zone.

I played a little after the call. It was good but it wasn't the same. I was okay with that. I noodled the rest of the evening. I have a ukulele ready to go in the morning.