The absolute cruellest thing about learning a musical instrument as an adult (who didn’t study much music at school) is the inescapable fact that you have to practice being really, really, really shit at it for an *awfully* long time before you can reach a level of competence that even approaches adequacy.
The second cruellest thing: as your friends and family shower you with sincere praise such as “wow that was amazing!” and so on, your awareness, understanding and vocabulary with which to critique the many ways in which that little performance of yours was shit are all increasing at breakneck speed.
@herdingdata but you also keep getting better that fast! So there are some consolations to learning hard things as an adult.
@herdingdata finding joy in being bad at things opens up so many worlds! I've learned to dance, to speak pretty good German, and still very bad Mandarin. None of which I would be able to do if I was still afraid of being bad at things as an adult!
But you know all this, as someone learning an instrument as an adult 🤓
It always makes me sad when friends and colleagues refuse to try a thing if they won't be good at it immediately. I think doing things even if you're bad at them is a super power.