Learning guitar at forty

I bought a used guitar at a yard sale at forty, with zero musical background and a head that never stops spinning. My hands were clumsy, my G chord sounded like an argument, but here is the thing: while I was wrestling with that chord, I could not simultaneously worry about work, money, and the news. The guitar demanded all of me, and gave me my first quiet mind in decades. Two years later I play three songs badly and one song well. My skill level is beside the point. The practice is the peace. The F chord can wait forever as far as I am concerned.