Ongoing Lessons I WISH I KNEW AT 20
I have put off my dreams of pursuing music, even though it has been a passion, hobby, and even childhood fantasy since I was five. Now, that I am getting older and realizing it is now or never, and I am getting closer to taking some big actions towards these dreams, there are some life lessons that I wish I would have known at 20. I sometimes wonder if I had known these principles earlier, if I would have pursued this course more seriously at a younger age. One will never know, so I can only do my part and share this for you young ins!
I will share these as they come up and as I experience and remember to share them.
Here is one for today:
1. I have learned that people who have given up on their dreams cannot support me in mine.
This until recently used to hold me back because I would indiscriminately share my inner dreams with a parent, a loved one, or well meaning friend looking for validation, support, etc, and often times, I would get the exact opposite of support. Before I learned this, I would take there lack of support or poking holes in my dreams as validation that I wouldn’t get very far in music and I would tuck it away feeling foolish. My friend K has also experienced the same type of response from fellow musician friends she has confided in. Be very careful with who you share your dreams with. People who aren’t living their dreams can’t support you in the achievement of theirs, especially if involves a similiar passion that they are no longer working on, because it forces them to look at their own dreams, regrets, and often results in people not wanting to admit their own discomfort level. Do not make mistake their lack of support that you are on the wrong path. Just look at the messenger. Do you want what they have? If not, don’t ask for their advice and don’t share with them your seedling of a dream. Just like a tiny seed, that needs water, sunlight, and good soil, your dream seedling needs nourishment. Find this nourishment with first yourself, and then a few, and only few trusted and closest friends.
What led me to this post today?
So, I have been increasingly more prudent with who I share what too, especially when it involves my music and future plans. I am starting to listen to myself first and when I feel stuck, scared, or confused about my next action, I am getting WAY better about sharing with just a few select people. In fact, my parents and family aren’t even aware of my plans to leave my corporate job this year to pursue music. So, with that said, I have been sharing vague and broadly about my “looking at education options in music” with select people. Well, today, I thought I was safe to share the vague answer above with a well meaning friend who I hadn’t connected with in about 6 months. As soon as S, asked me “What are your long term plans in 3-5 years?” I found myself blabbing that answer and then in a nervous reaction, stated I was looking at options for teaching music. As soon as I said that I braced myself for what was to come. What came was, “isn’t it too late for you sister? Don’t you need to be extremely proficient and already really good in an instrument already to make it as a musician? My husband W was just saying to me how difficult it is to make it in music these days and all of his friends who studied music aren’t even doing it anymore and they aren’t making any money. I don’t know sister, I think you should do it as a side, it might be too late for you.” What about your plans for marriage and children?
Wow! What an uplifting conversation! What was my response?
…At first, I was angry, then I was amused, and then curious. All in about 5 minutes. I realized she just gave voice to the “choir” that has been in my head since probably forever ago, and especially this past 2 years. So what did I do? Interestingly enough, I first felt amused, and like “here it comes.” Then, after I heard the statement, “W’s friend’s arent doing it anymore!”, my retort back to her was, “well do his friend’s also have an MBA?” She laughed it off and I noticed my defensiveness kicking in and fortunately, she had to go, and I wanted the conversation to end so I could process it. I wish I could say that I was just angry. I got there, but at first I cried. Not because of her statement’s exactly, but because she gave voice to my inner critic outloud, and I realized what an a$$hole that guy in my head is and has been. Second, I cried at the loss of time I feel that I have given to listening to my inner critic for way too long and it reaffirmed my commitment to take action.
It was then I realized these many things:
1. I am going to give myself the chance to become proficient and confident by doing music. If, after I do this things by first nurturing my gifts in a school environment and then going out there and just playing and writing, I choose not to pursue music any longer and go back to the corporate work environment because my priorities are shifting-awesome. But I am not going to let my inner critic talk me out of trying it.
2. I am going to quiet my inner critic as much as possible by just doing it and allowing myself “to fail” but to do music anyway. I am willing to sound bad in order to sound and play better.
3. Her husband W’s friends priorities may have shifted or their circumstances may have been different, but I can’t let that stop me.
4. Her husband W gave up on his dream and shared he still wanted to be doing music and that was his passion but didn’t see a way to do music and not be broke so he settles for doing it on the side.
5. Find new friends. Surround myself by people who are living, doing, and being what i want to be. I want to invite support, encouragement, and positively in my life. I am looking for a new set of friends and mentors who don’t let fears or stigmas stop them. I am going to even further minimize who I share what too and examine my friendships.
6. Keep reminding myself, “It is never too late.” My friend has echoed my own fears back to me as I look at being an early 30 year old and worrying about being over the hill by the time I feel confident, especially by Hollywood standards and my own inner critic. The sad thing is that Hollywood is just an illusion. We age. We die. The people that try to fight both, look odd and are sad. If I don’t pursue music now, I will always wonder and be regretful. The sad news is that I will be the same age if I don’t pursue it now and listen to people telling me it is too late for me, than if I I do. I am not going to lie, being a women and aging isn’t easy. Our society doesn’t make it easy and no women wants to lose her looks. I am hoping that music and my involvement with performance, songwriting, etc will transcend ageism and that I will always have an audience to move or story to tell that is honest and that will heal people. I am working on accepting myself and aging gracefully and I am sure it will be an ongoing process of acceptance and love.
So, in the meantime, I remind myself of this:
My grandma went back to school at age 65 and pursued her bachelors and then master’s degree in psychology. She is now 84 and decided to begin pursuing law again and opened up a practice where she practices part time.
Ken Jeong, the famous actor, most known for his role in the Hangover, was a physician, and became an actor in his 40′s.
To top if off, right before I was heading to bed a top yahoo story was about a woman who was 55 who auditioned to be a Dallas Cowboy’s cheerleader. She looks super fit and rocked the audition! She wanted to do this in her 20′s and due to time, raising children, etc, -didn’t and is doing it now. This is a story of how we can be amazing at any age!
That is how I am going to end my night. I am actually thankful for the lesson and the conversation with my old friend. There were many lessons in that conversation. I think the final lesson I have learned is that my inner critic is quieting just a bit because I was able to process and feel even more committed to my plan and inspired because it isn’t too late for me!
