For me, it’s singing. I love music. I think singer/songwriters are some of the most creative people ever. But when I’m in a group singing “happy birthday to you”, I’m most likely mouthing the words.
I had been seeing Matthew for over 3 years before I ever let him hear me sing. It was a planned event on my part. We were in the van, on the way to an art show. I put in an Indigo Girls CD and let out my first tentative notes. He DARED to turn down the music. “Noooooooo….I need them.” It’s taken a while, but I sing around him now. I can laugh “with” him at my tone deaf, but enthusiastic attempts at accompaniment.
I’m bringing this up, because of a conversation we had at the studio yesterday. Stevie, I learned does not like to dance. It’s not that he will not do it, it’s just that he finds it hard to not be self-conscious and because of it, he doesn’t enjoy it. Plus he says “I’m very bad. Not bad as in good but bad as in awful.”
Donne I find out, would rather get a root canal than do any kind of public speaking (and yet, I know for a fact, when forced to talk she’s amazingly funny, and a crowd pleaser).
Not surprisingly, Stevie and I both had experiences at an impresionable ages that cemented our discomforts into place.
For me it was elementary school chorus. I tried out, and was told I wasn’t good enough. I practiced and tried out the following year. On the second attempt, I was not only told that I wasn’t good enough, but also asked to just mouth the words in class. If that wasn’t bad enough already, she did this infront of little Ricky Taylor, the boy I had a huge crush on. And Wendy Marks, the biggest bully of the whole 4th grade. Oooo…If I only had backbone then, I would have belted out a song at the top of my lungs in that mean woman’s music class.
I’m curious, what do you find uncomfortable doing? Is there a story as to why? Have you gotten over it? Do you still wish you could get over it, or are things fine just the way they are?