Great thread,
My take on this is what you might call "un-quitting".
I had piano lessons for 2 years as a kid. Hated it. Never went anywhere with it.
But had a great teacher.
Had a year of guitar with him at 17. Never applied myself. But that good old man put the joy of playing in my heart, if not in my fingers, as I was to find out later.
Even then I was doing recording/dubbing experiments with hideously bad gear cobbled together for the occation.
Some years later I got a Casio (late 80es.) I had a job at a video post house. They needed a Big Opening (think 2001) for a video. Low budget. I stepped up to the plate, overdubbing a piece I wrote, on their ancient Scully 8-track at 3 in the morning. $125.
And then came the Big Gap. I was 28 then, and getting married. No recording, no playing (because no money for either.)
Fast Forward to 2001. I was 41. I finally had gotten unhappy and restless enough about not playing music (I still had my guitar, and that was ok, but I wanted KEYS and RECORDING GEAR) and my marriage was at this point 4 years from collapse, so I simply ordered
a Yamaha P80 one day, and a little while later, a Tascam 788, and then told my Extremely Disapproving Wife about it after the fact.
I started making up for lost time, practizing piano every night I possibly could. And that little candle my old teacher had lit in me that long ago burned brighter and brighter as I fed it.
I was cursing myself for not having stuck to really learning the theory, but was trying to make up for it by having good ear-playing ability. I was loving every moment.
I am now 45. I live in a new apartment following the divorce last year, and I couldn't begin to imagine not playing. Like someone else here said, it's the only therapy I've got. I have a Tascam 2488, but I went analog-crazy last month and got a Studer 2-track quarter-inch machine as well. And my songwriting, which had been dormant for so long, also suddenly re-surfaced.
I'll be playing (and engineering) 'till I die......
Best,
C.