Just because you’re not the best at something doesn’t mean you’re not still great at it. Something that has kept me from pursuing a lot of things in life is the thought that I may not be good enough.
For example, I play the piano. Even though I resented my mom for making me go to piano lessons on Saturday mornings when I was a kid, it provided me with enough basic piano knowledge to excel in it later in my life. I stopped playing piano after I stopped being forced to take lessons. God probably wasn’t so happy that I was letting my talent go to waste because in my Sophomore year of high school, a class had appeared on my new schedule that I had not signed up for. It was a piano class that was brand new to the school and I was randomly chosen along with 20-30 other unhappy students to be enrolled in the class. At first I wanted out, I was going to leave the class that day and head to the counselors office to get my schedule changed. I didn’t think I could do it and I didn’t want to embarrass myself at the recital at the end of the year. I felt that way until I realized that there were very few people in that class who had even ever played a piano before. I realized that the small amount of piano knowledge that I had, gave me the upper hand and I decided to stick around.
I can’t even begin to explain how grateful I am to have been accidentally enrolled in that class. I made a lot of good friends and learned so much more about playing the piano. Before I took the class, I had never really had a “favorite” teacher. There were teachers that I liked and some that I didn’t like so much, but my piano teacher was by far my favorite teacher of all time. We were supposed to pick songs to perform during a recital at the end of the year and I chose a rather easy song. My teacher said “no you can do something bigger than this!” He pulled out the sheet music for “So Happy Together” and I immediately shook my head no. This one was much more intricate than the song that I had picked for myself. I said “no I can’t do that it’s too difficult”, he pleaded with me until I finally said I would give it a shot. He believed that I could, therefore I started to believe that I could.
We had most of the semester to work on our recital song while also learning other songs and chords. I remember when I started to get the song down, I was able to play the first page of the sheet music when I felt like giving up as the song started to get even more difficult. Since I had a piano at my house, I started practicing at home and when I wanted to give up, my dad decided to bribe me and said that he would pay me if I could get the whole song down perfectly without stopping or messing up. It definitely gave me the motivation I needed to push myself to get the song right. I played it over and over and over again until my brothers probably wanted to kill me, but I finally got it down. Eventually it was almost like my fingers knew how to do it without the help of my brain. To this day, I can sit down at a piano and play the song “So Happy Together” without having to take a look at any sheet music.
The accidental piano class is what got me to reinvest my time in learning to play songs on the piano. You see, I had never felt like I could be “the best” at playing the piano and that kept me from even wanting to play. But what I realized is that even though I may not be the best, I’m still really good… it’s a talent that not everyone has and I need to embrace it. Now I LOVE learning to play new songs and I find myself craving piano time. It’s a life lesson that I need to remember to associate with not only playing the piano, but with any other thing in life that I keep myself from doing because I may not be the best at it.
Another great example is my writing. I always said that English was my favorite subject when I was asked. It’s not because I thought that it was so fun and spectacular, it’s just because it was the only subject in school that I actually did really well in. I have always enjoyed reading and writing but never saw it as something that I could do with any real purpose other than passing my english classes. Throughout my life, I’ve kept diary’s and journals and used them as a way to escape from the world when I was sad or confused. Writing has been an outlet for me since before I can even remember. From high school heart breaks, to the most difficult times in my life I have turned to writing as my form of therapy. I never thought that I could use my love of writing for anything other than personal use. With this blog I’ve made myself aware of how I can use my writing to help other people. I have been so motivated by the supportive comments from my friends and family and now I see that I don’t have to be the best writer in the world to be able to make an impression on others, I just have to try.
I’m hoping that with this blog entry, I can help motivate my readers to keep doing the things they love even if they may not be the best at whatever it is. As my kindergarden teacher always said “Practice Makes Perfect”! The more you do it, the better you will become and the better you get, the more you will enjoy it. Always push yourself to be better because you deserve nothing less. 🙂