I can’t/don’t sing–except at church where my voice is comfortably drowned out by other voices, or lullabies to babies who don’t mind an off-note. I don’t play a musical instrument–other than very simple songs on the piano.
I can dance a little better now than I did in high school (6 years of teaching aerobics has a way of improving coordination–a bit), but you’ll never find me on “Dancing with the Stars.”
I was always smart “enough” to get into the top classes, but I was never at the top, and if I was, it was only due to an inordinate amount of willpower & work. I took art classes in college but I my professors always had a “I have no idea what to say” look on their face every time they looked at my mediocre watercolors & sketches.
Let’s just say, I have been deeply, painfully aware...