I don’t know where else to write this, so I’m writing it here. Perhaps someone in this group can give some advice. I was passionate about writing and playing music for many, many years. I began playing guitar when I was 15. I’ve never “quit” playing, though I rarely play or record anymore (I’m early 40’s now). After graduating college, I moved to a “music town” with a guy who I had played guitar with since the beginning. I then went to a recording school and got an associate’s degree in audio engineering, then worked in a studio while pursuing the whole “band thing.” I’m not trying to brag when I say this, but I am a very fucking good guitar player. I only mention this because it is relevant to my issue. I used to live for music and really believed that’s what I was born to do. I even married a woman who was also a musician because I didn’t think any other type of woman would “get me”.. after recording school, I painstakingly bought recording equipment over the years. So I have a fairly robust home studio at this point in my life. With my years of audio engineering, I am also a pretty fucking good recording, mixing, and mastering engineer if I don’t say so myself. But here’s the thing. I just don’t care to play or record much anymore. On one hand I’m sad about it because I am actually a good musician when I’m inspired. But there just ain’t no inspiration anymore for me. I sat down to play earlier this evening after I got back from fishing, but it ended the way it always does. I got bored quickly, looked at my room full of guitars and expensive recording gear, and just thought to myself “why do I still have any of this shit? Why don’t I sell it?” And I keep coming back with the same response to myself: “the minute you sell your shit, you’ll regret it.” But will I really? I realized at some point that the music I used to write with my tribe was when we were all younger and in a darker place. I’ve often contemplated my motivations for ever having got into music in the first place. I think that my motivations were misguided if not wrong back then. It was an easy way to get pussy and positive attention for one thing. Writing music was also therapeutic for me. But as I got older, I got out of being depressed and feeling like I needed the attention. At some point, I guess I matured my way out of needing the therapy of the guitar, too. And it seems that gradually with my maturity into adulthood went my desire to really even play for more than 10 minutes a week, if that. The sad part is that I am fucking good, but I just don’t feel like I get anything out of playing anymore. There’s still plenty I could learn and improve on (like more crazy sweep patterns), but then I think “what would be the point even?” I just don’t care anymore, but I wish I did. I also realized that the best music I wrote was when I was really going through shit. But I feel like I’d have to be a tortured soul to get that back, and I don’t want to be a tortured soul. And I’m certainly not going to purposefully create a shitty circumstance for myself just to have something to pull out of myself musically. I don’t know where to go from here. I’m seriously considering selling all my shit. I’ll keep one guitar, probably an acoustic, but sell everything else. Both my electrics and my bass and my other acoustic. WTF do I do here? Unless some inspiration hits me, I have no reason to keep any of this shit.