Grand Plans

Grand Plans

I love music. I love listening, singing along, learning the words. I can’t play any instruments, and I don’t really know how to sing. Those are things that I want to change.

Somewhere along the line, I decided that I not only want to learn how to sing, but I also want to learn to play the guitar. I haven’t made any in-roads on either of those plans. I haven’t taken any classes, and I am still guitar-less.

When I get down to it, I think I’m afraid to fail. There is a very definite chance that I will get what I need to start, and then rapidly lose interest in it. Trying to convince myself that, even should that happen, the interest will return, is difficult. Trying to convince myself that it’s okay to be terrible at it is even harder. I don’t like to fail at tasks I set for myself; I don’t think many people do.

There’s reason to suspect I’ll fail. My manual dexterity in my right hand isn’t great. Still, shouldn’t I be looking at this as an opportunity to improve that? Or to just have fun with it even it I never do? I could, and I suppose I should work on that angle. After all, improvement and fun are the end goals, and since I’m starting from nothing there’s nowhere to go but up. I really shouldn’t be afraid of making the attempt.

And failure isn’t the end of the world.

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