Picky picky

My jaw is much better now, thank you very much. Tylenol helped last night. I couldn't not sing in church, but I just didn't open my mouth as much. It's weird when you sing that way, but it's better than not singing at all.

I was looking at my nails on my right hand yesterday, and they've been transformed by my musicianship. Well, my left fingers are a given. They have developed calluses. (I always get confused by callous and callus, but I believe I used the correct word.) Anyway, the nails on my right hand have a few faint streaks of white. Where on earth did these come from?, I thought. And then it hit me. I use my thumb and my fingers to strum the guitar because I don't like using picks. Is that pretty rare in the guitar-playing world? I could never get used to them. It's probably because I started on a nylon guitar, and it was just so easy and beautiful-sounding to use my thumbnail. I feel I have better control when I play without a pick. Hmmm.

Well, maybe I'll learn to become comfortable with a pick. (I just tried playing with one though, and it seems so unnatural!) For now, I think I can sacrifice scratches to my nails. I'm not that picky.