A couple of months ago I was listening to a segment on talk radio. And yes, I’m a National/Wisconsin Public Radio fan through and through. I’d like to think it’s genetic or hereditary. My dad used to listen to talk radio all the time when we were driving. At the time, I would roll my eyes and beg him to change to a station that actually played music, but as an adult I’ve grown to love to discussions and informative topics.
Anyways, this segment was about how we as an adult society don’t typically do something if we’re not “good” at them. When’s the last time you painted a picture? For me, it was probably when I was in an early high school art class or something. Just making it through the class because I wasn’t “good” at art. Drawing with charcoal pencils with a lump in my chest because I was worried at the judgment and critique it would receive. When’s the last time you sang? For me it was in an early high school choir class because I needed that fine arts elective and all of my friends were in choir. I liked to sing, but was always scared when we had to sing the scales solo in front of the teacher to determine if we were to sing alto or soprano. I’m sweating a little just thinking about it, actually.
I don’t paint or draw or sing anymore. If I sing, it’s in the car or in front of a non-judgemental audience like Cory or Alea, but never in front of anyone else. Because I’m not “good” at it. I don’t draw anymore because my circles are circular and whenever I try to draw a nose on a person it looks more like a facial abnormality.
The point is, these are things that I would like to do, but we’re somehow wired as a society that if we’re not good at something or someone deems us to be “not good” at something, then we shouldn’t do it anymore. But what if that something brings you joy? What if that’s something that you like doing? Why shouldn’t we do that for ourselves?
Just a little food for thought for you today.
Have you quit doing something because you’re not “good” at it?