i was telling my friend theresa last night that i tried to learn the guitar, but my fingers could take learning the guitar or rock climbing, not both. now that i'm off climbing for a while, it would make sense to pick it back up again, but ultimately i've learned that the only things i really become good at are the things that are enjoyable as a journey and not just a destination. when i was teaching myself how to build/maintain bicycles, i enjoyed the whole process, even early on when i didn't know a damn thing. rock climbing was the same way, and, most recently, trials riding. the same cannot be said for music. i can't stand sucking at playing an instrument, it is no fun for me at all.
why this discrepancy? who knows. it's one of those things that will come to me on a random occasion in a random location and then i'll come home and write about it in a blog. stay tuned, i suppose.
anyway, i don't have much to say about what 'some kind of hero' means. i'll just leave it at an accurate example of how i often relay myself to others. half self-depreciating, half self-aggrandizing. we'll see if i ever live up to the truth of the name.

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