You Don’t Suck, You Just Haven’t Put in the Time
No one is born a master. (That means you.)
I want you to do something for me.
Think about something you really suck at. I mean, something that you are 100 percent sure you were born without the gene for.
Got it?
Here’s mine: dancing.
I’m a terrible dancer. Stiff and unnatural, I get all self-conscious and I feel like a baboon out there. It’s awful.
Now ask yourself this question.
How much time have you spent AS AN ADULT doing that thing?
My answer: Maybe ten hours total.
All of them involved alcohol.
None of them involved anything remotely like instruction or any attempt at learning or getting better. Most of the time I was in the middle of some big group desperately trying not to stand out in any way whatsoever.
Once I spent an hour dancing with a man at a bar when I was a reporter in Northern Nevada. He kept saying just let me lead you and I kept saying oh, my God, I can’t. I’m trying.
