As has been the story of my (guitar playing) life, I picked up the guitar regularly for a few weeks, got distracted, and stopped...
Something unexpected happened though... I have been getting regular visits from my Covid 'bubble pal' and she noticed that I had my guitar out of storage and decided to have a go. She thinks that she is making little progress, but I have listening to her over the months and she is
definitely improving. Slow, steady progress. She hasn't
completely nailed 'F' yet but I reckon that she soon will.
I saw that she was tilting the top of the guitar towards her to get a better look at the fretboard but that meant a big bend of the left wrist. I persuaded her to keep the guitar upright and lean forward more - that really helped her.
She said something which rings true... She enjoys practising so she practises. She thinks that I am more interested in being able to play and get frustrated that I can't, and so I don't enjoy the journey. I think she is right - I need to relax and enjoy the steps along the way.
To illustrate the problem... I have had guitars for 55 years and I can tell you
exactly how many tunes/songs that I have tried to learn in that time. If you had to guess, you might say 1,000? 500? 250? Nope, the answer is ZERO! Nought! None! Not a single one. Endless twiddly little things that never got joined together with anything else to make a coherent whole. I don't like to hear myself playing badly, so I just don't play.
I'll probably crack it about 10 minutes before the Grim Reaper calls!