So much for one post a day.
Consistency is obviously something I'm not good at. It's something I've struggled with my entire life. It seems like the only thing I've ever been consistent with is my failure at being consistent. Not being consistent has resulted in me being something i abhor. A Quitter.
I first realized my nack for not sticking with things whether it be hobbies, instruments, studies, etc. when I quit the flute. If flute was the only instrument I quit I wouldn't have been so worried, But prior to the flute I had also quit the piano and violen. I tried taking up the piano many times there after, but it always ended with the same result: Me Quitting. Still my mother never gave up on me. She kept pushing me to try new things Dancing lessons, singing lessons, guitar lessons, art lessons and so much more. I am so greatful to my mother for continuosly trying to help me find a skill. But she also made me realize that I'm a quitter something I'm not proud of. I wish my mother's efforts had payed of and I had something to show for it, but alas I that that may never happen.
Still I realized that my inconsistancy has led to me having many little skills. Because everytime I quit something I pick something up. Whether it be new hobbies like making earrings, knitting, downloading new music nonstop, or just writing a blog. I've learned a lot. Without my inconsistancy I may have never learned to play "more than words" on the guitar, or play 'sweet almond' on the piano. So although I am undeniably a quitter; I am a quitter with many odd skills. And I'd rather be that than someone with no skills at all.
I've been listening to Telethon-Emily Haines while writing this entry and I REALLY recommend you listen to it. It's hauntingly beautiful.
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