I think it's like dating. You have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince... and you have to play a lot of ukuleles before you find the uke you can love for a lifetime. Eventually, many of us find The One True Uke (or a small harem) and the UAS subsides.
I am simply floored by such an apt metaphor. I like you.
Does that mean we found the right uke, or does it mean we grew up and stopped chasing rainbows? I don't know. I still lust after the occasional pretty new soundboard, but I am experienced enough by now to know that buying another uke will not make me happier beyond that quick initial thrill, nor will it make me a better player.
Maybe chasing rainbows does not lead to enlightenment, but pursuit of the Rainbow Connection may be fruitful in other, as-of-yet undefined ways...
But 5-strings. I do not have a 5-string yet and I think I might like a 5-string.
Falling in love with every nice uke that comes along is much less disruptive than trading spouses every few years. I tell my husband this. Same with kittens. I get my endorphin rush with kittens and ukuleles, and this is better than many alternatives.
-re: alternatives-
Once upon a time, I was obsessed with keeping fish-tanks. I had over 20 fish-tanks and was eventually breeding guppies and fancy goldfish and selling them back to the pet store for credit on supplies.
There was a period of almost 8 yrs where I saw little-to-no TV at all, nor did I miss it.
I saw so little TV not because of the 'burden' of fish-tank maintenance in my 'fish room' (yes 'fish
room'
), but specifically because I would sit and WATCH the fish swim, and in a short time after watching, it became a sort of Zen-like meditation. I felt at peace, and like I was able to understand their behavior. I felt almost like a 'fish-wisperer' LOL
I would have kept at it but moving to a new home, as well as not seeing a clear path for the future other than a thousand-gallon outdoor koi pond, which in the Northeast USA is a major hassle to keep up in the winter and significantly more expensive than even the 20 fishtanks that I had at the time...I had to make a clean break when I moved.
The fish-keeping was my endorphin rush, my natural oxycontin high, and defense against feeling the stressful effects of life. During that time, I also read everything I could find, went to aqua-biology and marine-biology seminars all over the USA, talked to as many folks as possible. It was a real, and very deep passion at the time.
Now, ukulele does this for me. :music: