You know what no one likes? Being bad at something. Of course it sucks to be bad at something in front of people, but it also really sucks when being on your own, left in a puddle of shame with your bad art or stiff moves or slimy bread. I’ve been spending lots of time on new and old hobbies lately and thinking about the dichotomous feelings in learning something new. Take learning to shuffle dance, for example. Reaching that “aha” moment when my feet understood how to do the Running Man and T-step felt great…until I realized the actual challenge is being able to do these moves at 120+ bpm (I’m about halfway there). Back to feelings of despair. Same with my progress with weaving and watercolor—I know how to make things now, but I don’t think they’re good. Cue that
Learning and sucking at things
Learning and sucking at things
Learning and sucking at things
You know what no one likes? Being bad at something. Of course it sucks to be bad at something in front of people, but it also really sucks when being on your own, left in a puddle of shame with your bad art or stiff moves or slimy bread. I’ve been spending lots of time on new and old hobbies lately and thinking about the dichotomous feelings in learning something new. Take learning to shuffle dance, for example. Reaching that “aha” moment when my feet understood how to do the Running Man and T-step felt great…until I realized the actual challenge is being able to do these moves at 120+ bpm (I’m about halfway there). Back to feelings of despair. Same with my progress with weaving and watercolor—I know how to make things now, but I don’t think they’re good. Cue that