I had my first piano lesson in ten years tonight. I get very anxious before things like this, and I had to get C to drive me over there since I was a little freaked out. It ended up being fine; good, even. I played a piece I've been working on, we practiced some sight reading (where I need the most help), and she assigned me some scales (she didn't seem to listen to me when I told her I knew all my scales already).
I'm not sure how I'm going to force myself to go to my knitting meetup on Wednesday. That involves a large group of (presumably older) women I don't know, and I'm going to be so on edge. I don't know why it is so hard for me to meet new people, or try new things. I WANT to do them, and I even commit to doing them, and then as the event gets closer I chicken out.
I've also been wanting to go to church for the longest time and EVERY Sunday morning I talk myself out of it, because I'm too afraid.
C says he will go with me, but I shouldn't need someone to hold my hand and drive me like I'm a little kid.
Ugh, what's wrong with me?
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