July 16, 2012
Hi. I'm a recovering quitter.
Whatever this guy in the picture was feeling right before he jumped off this cliff best describes how I felt last week every time I sat down to the piano. Let's back up a bit so you can understand completely.
I have a bad history of quitting. In my teenage years I began running track. Which I then quit so that I could play volleyball. But then volleyball conflicted with softball so I of course quit volleyball. And to finish off my circle of ridiculousness I quit softball. For track. I should have stuck with track. If I had I might of had a ticket booked for London right now. I could say that I had wonderful reasons for quitting so many times. In the beginning I'm sure that my motives were pure, however, in the end I'm certain that I chose track because there were good-looking boys with their shirts off half the time. Multi-gender overnight trips. Need I say more? What is ironic was that I never quit basketball. It was the season I dreaded the most and had to work the hardest at. Maybe I never quit because the only sport it conflicted with was cheerlearding. And is that really a sport anyway?? (By the way. It was the other way around in this case. I quit cheerleading for Basketball.)
There were not many things growing up that I had to work extraordinarily hard for but I always longed to know how to play the piano. Turns out I am not a natural. Though I wanted to play I never put in the time to practice. I never really stopped playing the piano, but I only took lessons for a couple of years. Because I quit.
Fast forward to the present. I got a very unexpected opportunity to accompany some girls in church. I figured the song was only three lines long if I couldn't do it, I was just plain lame. So I said yes. Which lead to "getting ready to jump off a cliff feeling" every time I sat down to practice.
I had never accompanied anyone or even played the piano in church. I knew there were people who I could ask 5 minutes before the girls were going to sing, and they could walk up and do it no problem. I wanted to just quit. I was way stressed out and wondered if it really mattered if I pawned it off.
Today I am officially a recovering quitter. I did it. I played that song, I messed up a couple of times, and I just kept going. And it felt good. When it was over.
And if you please. Don't ever ask me to do it again.
Posted by Kari Ann at 9:02 PM