Not Thinking About It

Sometimes, when I’m playing guitar, I realize that my fingers and hands are moving, and I’m not thinking about it. 

They go where they need to go. They press the strings and strum the patterns and make the music… but I’m not thinking about it. 

Muscle memory from years of playing. 

And it’s weird because when I start thinking about it, I more often than not fall out of the zone and end up making a mistake or at least not playing quite as well. 

Strange lesson to learn. Sometimes things are better when you’re not thinking about it.