I have been practicing belly dance for a little over a year now. I’m no longer have those moments where I am just mad about being terrible. This isn’t necessarily a better state of being.
I like to tell people that I choose when to start new things based on whether I am ready to cry over it.
This is hyperbole. I don’t often cry in frustration. I will feel like it, though: I hate being terrible.
Make no mistake: I am still terrible at belly dance. I have lots of moments where my brain explodes. It is not an easy art to learn: it involves intense physical multi-tasking . But I am no longer overwhelmed enough I want to cry.
I budget for emotional expenditure this way because it gives me the permission to start something new. Something perfectionism wants to prevent at all costs!
It is really good for me to regularly be terrible at stuff.
It reminds me that being awesome at something is not the only way to enjoy it. It reminds me of the basics: like, practice is the only way to improve. (This becomes easier to forget when you get less terrible at something.) That what you do with skill now, you were once no good at, so it’s good to be kind to those not as skilled as you.
Trying new things is one of the ways we continue to grow.
It’s also a healthy reality check about your own personality. If you only improve what you’re already skilled in, you don’t get a good close look to how you are as a raw, frustrated beginner.
I warn people that I get cranky and may cry. I have accepted this. I have budgeted for it. And I go out and do things that I will be terrible at, anyway.
But I think I’m going to enjoy the slightly-less-tearful state I’m in with belly dance for a bit longer…
Are you ready to challenge perfectionism by making some messy journal entries?
To figure out where you need a little more being terrible at something new?
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