Have you ever wished you could do something but were too embarrassed
to do so? Or to shy? Or worried about what others would think?
I grew up a shy girl. I know that might contradict with what
you know about me now. I love meeting new people and doing fun things. And as
for embarrassing myself? Well, the likelihood of meeting those folks again is
zilch.
I have always had in the background these wishes—
I wish I could draw/paint (and I don’t mean the walls of the
house. I can do that). I’ve never had an
art lesson. The closest I ever came
was a wine and paint class. I didn’t do badly because the instructor gave great
directions. And now, I’m happy expressing myself through stitching embroidery
and needlepoint. So maybe I'm okay with not learning how right now.
I wish I could dance. All I wanted in high school was to be
a member of the dance team. But there was one drawback-I’d never had a dance
lesson. I tried out my sophomore year and didn’t make it. In my junior year, I
decided to be a manager based on the prior year. I worked out with the other girls and could
do what they did. So why didn’t I try? The teacher agreed to let me. I
high-kicked my way perfectly. But jazz dance? That’s where no training showed.
The teacher must have known how much I wanted to be a dance team member. She
told me I’d have to work extra hard (which I did). And as a married woman, I
found Jazzercise and have been happily dancing ever since.
I wish I could write. Ever since I read Dick Francis’ mysteries,
I had the urge to write. But I had no guts. I knew deep inside I couldn’t take
the rejection. After a friend pushed me to try, I felt more comfortable in my
writing shoes. I worked and worked and joined Romance Writers of America and
the local chapter. There I made friends and honed my craft. I had the rejections,
but I’d learned how to handle that and plowed on. I’m glad I did. I’ve learned
so much and grown immensely.
I know many of you have had “I wishes.” Is it too late? What
would you do?
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4 comments:
I was a beach bunny as a teen. I lived every day on the beach. I miss the sand and surf tremendously. I could get to either coast in little more than an hour, but I hate to go alone. My husband hates the beach. My family and friends can't or don't want to go. The problem is - I fill all my free time doing things for them. I have to learn to say no, today is my time. I have to jump in my car and take a great book along to keep me company.
Hi, Sandra! Go, even if it is alone, but safely. I always say a book is my best friend. I think it's yours too.
I tried out for cheerleader - once and softball - once. Poor eyesight stopped the ball playing. Not enough (NO) experience cheering stopped that and I never tried again. Your painting is good! I haven't even tried one of these.
I'm a firm believer that it's never too late though!
Great post.
Good luck and God's blessings
PamT
Hi, Pam! I tried for cheerleader and softball too. Glad you liked the painting. I think I need to go again.
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