I relate sooo much! I grew up learning Chinese folk dance. Once I got to college, I began to learn ballet, and practically had an identity crisis when I struggled with it. I felt really silly being an adult fumbling around in class while 8-year-olds spun infinite pirouettes in the next studio room.
My mom began to learn piano in her 50s. She was a bit hesitant to tell her friends about it, since she didn't have dazzling skills yet. It took her a couple of years to persevere through the basics, but now she's really proud of her progress!
That pottery story is really inspiring. As I've gotten older, I've felt myself becoming the perfectionist who thinks they have ONE shot. Honestly, it oftentimes stops me from even putting pen to paper. But this was the motivation I needed. Catch me writing a bunch of bad poetry and half-baked scripts!
Well, well, well, if it isn’t the healing of my inner child to solve more problems and battle the crippling anxiety of capitalistic performance.
Hehehe, that ol' chestnut.
Welcome back. Just want to say I loved this.
Glad to be back and glad you enjoyed it! Much love to ya!
“to be bad at something often” 🥰 -- I followed bad fiction
Thank you so much! :)
I relate sooo much! I grew up learning Chinese folk dance. Once I got to college, I began to learn ballet, and practically had an identity crisis when I struggled with it. I felt really silly being an adult fumbling around in class while 8-year-olds spun infinite pirouettes in the next studio room.
My mom began to learn piano in her 50s. She was a bit hesitant to tell her friends about it, since she didn't have dazzling skills yet. It took her a couple of years to persevere through the basics, but now she's really proud of her progress!
That pottery story is really inspiring. As I've gotten older, I've felt myself becoming the perfectionist who thinks they have ONE shot. Honestly, it oftentimes stops me from even putting pen to paper. But this was the motivation I needed. Catch me writing a bunch of bad poetry and half-baked scripts!
Ahhh! Love these stories so much, always love hearing your thoughts and contributions. Happy writing to ya!
Funny enough, I once had a dream where I had to eat my house.
In the dream, my entire house was made of scrambled eggs, and I had to eat all of it.
I died in the dream while eating the sofa.
It's those sofas that always get ya, haha!
I read this and I appreciate it. Uplifting~!