I stated giving up on hobbies when I was young. It seems like everyone around me excelled at something and when I think back through my life I DID NOT excel much. I’m not saying I wasn’t good at something, I am saying I have mastered being a quitter and non-starter better than anyone around.
As a kid my sisters stopped asking me to play games because I would quit before the game was over (only if I was losing). Once, I brought up to a boyfriend about wanting to learn how to play the guitar or banjo and was told that I wouldn’t get the instant results I would need and not to bother. Is that what I need, instant gratification? Hmm, deep thoughts.
I went through a phase where I made jewelry, I can ride a bicycle rather well and I will say I am great at cutting people’s heads out of photos and putting them on other pictures. Does any of that even count? I am still trying to knit but the largest thing I’ve made is a bracelet. I own a banjo and mini guitar that I haven’t ever attempted. I guess I am waiting for the right time to pick it up and impress the world with my skills. Maybe it’s time to pick one and get serious. I laughed out loud at the fact I even wrote that.
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