Just because you’re only born once doesn’t mean there are never any more new beginnings. People start over all the time. Sometimes it’s from reinventing oneself, other times it’s a new project, and every day, you get a chance to begin again. Every week. Every year. It’s better late than never.
There is always opportunity for change.
I, myself, am a big fan of change. I occasionally appreciate the familiarity of routine, but doing the same things every day, every week, would kill me. But starting from scratch is pretty darn difficult. And I do it a lot.
Basically, each hobby I have is 2 years old at the eldest (save for writing). I mean, this blog is only nearly a year in existence. I’ve played guitar for just two years and ukulele for barely six months. I’ve swam for only a year. (It seems like everything begins in the summer for me…) However, I am almost always surrounded by experienced people. It discourages me all the time. Whatever goal I reach, any success I achieve is always below the standards of everyone surrounding me; simple, elementary things. It’s hard to remember: You’ve been doing this for half (or less) of the time these people have – you’re better than you think.
I’ve had “phases” throughout my entire life. Gymnastics for a year, piano for a few, hating “girly-girl” things, soccer for a while, track and field, Coldplay (it’s not entirely over…), upright bass, guitar (not over), swimming (not over either), ukulele (just beginning)…you get the picture. I was almost always put with the younger kids who were just starting out. Which was awkward. But, I stuck it out because who-knows-why.
In high school, however, there are no little beginners.
I’m on my own.
And I’ve got to act like I know what I’m doing. What’s going on. Etc.
I’m a pretty bad actress (everyone is certain that I can’t lie – it’s true), but I’ve got winging-it down pat. It’s time to start over. Again.