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I can’t sing. I can sort of hold a tune, but I’m flat and sharp and pitchy and all over the shop. Which doesn’t stop me, but it does make it a bit shit for other people (sorry).
A secret want of mine for ages to was learn how to smooth out the rough bits and sound better. Well, not so secret, since I stuck it on the 101 things list. But even still, I didn’t know how to move forward on it, because it all seemed very unknown and scary. I think it’s really hard to put yourself up to do something totally new – and it seems to get harder the older I get.
Quick scene change to a dinner party, where there was one of those decks of question cards designed to break the ice. One of the questions was “What’s something you wish you’d learned how to do?”
Turns out that I wasn’t alone in my warbling wish.
So given that doing anything terrifying is much better if there’s someone there to hold your hand (misery loves company?), friend B and I found a teacher, and started lessons.
(After a lot of procrastinating and faffing around.)
And after three terms of lessons, I can say that we’re definitely getting better. It’s hard – because we’re not very good, because we’re not very confident, and because it’s bloody hard doing something that you’re terrible at, week after week. We are well out of our comfort zones.
But it’s getting easier. I’m not about to release an album any time, but I’m enjoying learning a completely new thing, and making progress on it.
So, note to self: it’s okay to be really bad at doing something. The key part is the doing. That’s the only way you’ll get to being any better at it.
(Unless, of course, you’re happy to never, ever do that thing for the rest of your life, therefore never facing your complete crapness at it. This is an option I have been known to choose.)