When I was a little girl I took piano lessons. After years of playing “At the Skating Rink” I resolved that I would never be a great piano player. Watching Milos Forman's Amadeus with my dad only further reinforced this idea. So I quit. I didn’t even give it a second thought. I didn’t consider what I could gain from playing an instrument, the dedication and discipline it would instill — two qualities I struggle with as an adult.
I quit because I was afraid of failing. I was scared of not being good enough.