I was voted most artistic in my senior year of high school. Take that with a grain of salt; I was also prom king. Consequently, neither of these achievements are listed on my resume today.
I was certainly not the most artistic person. Not nearly the most talented either.
And I was certainly not the king of the prom. Trust me on this one. I was much more like the peasant of the prom.
I gave up art not long after high school. I dabbled now and again, but I got frustrated. I wasn’t as good as I wanted to be. And it wasn’t until just a couple years ago that I started trying again. (Side note: I have never tried to go to another prom. That would be kinda weird.)
But I did try something new about 10 years ago. I started working out. It was super hard. I had never even picked up weights before. I felt like an idiot. And I was so, so weak.
But guess what? With time and effort, continual practice, I grew. I got stronger. I started feeling better.
And so it goes with anything worth learning, anything worth doing. You’ve got to keep trying. You’ve got to keep coming back. You’ve got to keep practicing.
Doesn’t matter how old you are, doesn’t matter who bad you are when you start, you’ll never improve if you stop trying.
Keep on pushing yourself.
It’s worth it.