In high school I quit orchestra my senior year. My teacher was always trying to get me to practice pieces to play for competitions. I always refused to do it. I didn't think I was good enough. I assumed she just wanted more students competing. So, I quit. I refused to play at all. I hated her for years because of it. I thought that I was an average to below average musician. I felt like I was being set up for failure. Plus, I never saw any point after high school where I would play professionally. So, why bother trying...right?
Tiff pointed out that my teacher probably saw something in me. She probably thought that I was a good musician and that I would be able to do well in those competitions. That's something that I never considered in the past 2 decades. I love to play, but always thought I was bad at it.
Now, I'm finding out that I have talent and am working towards playing professionally. Tiff bought me lessons so I can do even better. She believes in me and so does my new violin teacher. They're both excited for me to busk and perhaps eventually play in an orchestra again. If I sucked, neither of them would react to my playing the way they do.
All these years I doubted myself. I refused to play when people could hear me because, although I enjoyed it, I thought I was horrible. What could have been had I just believed in myself? Where would I be now? All this time I could've been playing in orchestras in every state I've lived in. I could've been doing something that I love as a profession.
It's always been difficult for me to believe in myself. Even with my artwork, which I've had in galleries. I still doubt my talents. My writing, my art, my music...they all mean the world to me. I just wish I didn't doubt so much. I wish I believed in myself more.
Well, I've decided that I'm going to move forward with the belief that I do have talent. I enjoy playing and if I truly want to be a professional then I need to let go of that doubt that plagues my mind. I CAN do this! I know I can.
If only I could talk to my high school orchestra teacher and tell her I'm sorry for yelling at her and treating her horribly for pushing me. I can't do that, but I can move on. I can.