I quit for several "reasons". One is that I suck (see the post Handel vs. Buck Dharma).
Two is I've actually been busy doing mommy stuff. My son has tutoring the nights I have guitar lessons, and I run errands during the day, so it's hard to squeeze in a practice.
My teacher said something as I was leaving our last lesson together, though. He said, "I'm sure that there are things that you are good at that others wish they could do."
If there are, I can't name them. I've always been content to be middle of the road, almost invisible; always a follower, not a leader.
But not anymore. I refuse to go out of this world without having made some kind of positive mark on society. That's why I volunteer. That's why I blog. That's why I'm still alive.
I'm 42, but it's never too late. I may have the Great American Novel in me. Or I may get my "Mom of the Year" award. Or, I may get a role as a body double for Angelena Jolie. It could happen.
I'll settle for not being mediocre anymore.