Last night’s recording session gots me to thinking. Am I not as awesome as I used to be? Ar.r.r.rg!! Thank heavens for editing software! But I couldn’t help but ponder how I am so thankful for parents that gave me so many opportunities when I was a kid to develop every skill imaginable, even if I proved hopeless in it, and I never knew I was hopeless because of their unflinching support.
*Okay, I think we all knew I was a terrible pianist, but you at least kept paying for lessons*… (up until the time the teacher cried and begged me to stop coming… do you remember that??? Poor woman!)
So here’s a list I’ve compiled of all the things I’m finally willing to admit I’m actually not that fabulous at - but I’m okay with it anyway:
1. Singing. A huge thank you to everyone who has smiled and nodded through the years and let me think I was decent. If I had my wish, I’d have the singing talent over the fiddle talent, but I’m finally happy with what I’ve got. I can do back-up like nobody’s buisiness.
2. Dancing. I got ballet and ballroom lessons and I’m thrilled with the chance, but I have to face it - I have the WhitePerson’s disease and I have no groove. Le sigh - I’m fine with looking like a maniac, as long as I get to keep doing it and enjoying myself.
3. Writing. I’ve got loads of unfinished manuscripts and let’s face it- 4 blogs - in my wake, and it has come to my attention that if I was fabulous, I’d get paid to do this for a living. Don’t you love that any schmo can have a blog and dream big?? I sure do:)
4. Art. I was really given every opportunity as a kid to get good at it - tons of art camps and a mom who could make the Sistine Chapel out of some old mascara and a green crayon - but it never was my lot. That sainted woman still has my stuff hanging around the house and I love her for it, but I’m pretty sure she knows as well as I do that the teacher painted almost all of that fabulous wooded nature picture she has hanging in the kitchen.
5. Acting. I got to be in plays and that sainted mother I speak of still holds to that time in 5th grade that I WOWED the audience as Puck. Also, I completely overdid the mom in ByeBye Birdie but I got the yuks so we’re okay with it. But I’m going to finally let the dream go that I’ll be rear-ended by a big time movie producer and so I won’t contact insurance, he’ll put in in the starring role in his next Rowan Atkinson film. (yes I have a crush on Mr. Bean, what of it??)
What are you finally okay with being just tolerably well at?