There are few pleasures in life like being an amateur. And I don’t mean that in the way that we have come to collectively view the term. An amateur isn’t a wannabe. Those are two totally different things. An amateur loves something deeply and participates in it for purely personal reasons. I’m not sure why we assume that an amateur doesn’t have to be good at said activity because I have known many amateurs who would put folks who get paid for the same thing to shame. So let’s get our terms together and go back to an amateur being one who is a true enthusiast. The more amateurs in the world the better!
That said, I got a pile of wood last night that I will turn into a guitar. Building an instrument is a challenge that I relish like few others. It forces me to stretch myself in areas in which I do not excel and even better, building an instrument lets me work out some intellectual and physical muscles that don’t get the attention they might in the course of my daily life. I don’t know if a professional luthier sees a pile of wood and gets romantic about it or just goes into the practical aspects of the build the same way that I do with a given problem in my professional life. If so, I’m doubly glad to be an amateur builder because the simple sense of wonder I experience in the sight, feel, and smell of the materials brings pure delight.
With any luck, I will get some things set up today and tomorrow so that at least the sides will be ready to rock in short order. I’m looking forward to carving the braces and tone bars. That means some quality time with some stock and the bandsaw followed by carving. I love carving (especially since I invested in some good tools). My son is already excited to go work in the garage. That’s the bonus to the work: the opportunity to teach my son some traditional skills that will come in handy later in his life.
I truly feel sorry for people whose spare time revolves around the television. Humans are by nature creative. Failing to make something on a regular basis leads to a hollow existence and a lack of internal quiet. If more people could accept that you don’t have to make money at something to create something of value I think that there would be more contentment.