Have I ever mentioned I’m a quitter? Looking back at my childhood, it’s easy to see why my mother was so frustrated. She did her darnedest to get me involved in something – anything – that might pique my interest. Unfortunately, I was a stubborn little thing and once I’d determined that something was no longer holding my interest (if, indeed, it ever had), then it was done. Perhaps one more session of lessons, punctuated by yelling, crying and a lot of faking sick, but there’s only so much a mother can take.
Now, a visual history of many (but not all) the things I quit.
It was cold.
My mom apparently really liked short hair on her daughters. And, since she was the one cutting it, she got to choose.
Yes, seriously. On the upside, I seemed to finally be getting a say in the length of my hair.
This was a Thanksgiving play, and – spoiler alert! – we couldn’t kill the turkey (Haley), but luckily the turkey knew how to make spaghetti. Thanksgiving was saved!!!
Here I fail you, because apparently all those photos remain in the possession of my well-intentioned mother, approximately 1,000 miles away.
Now, this is obviously not a picture of me playing the piano. Nor was this the age range when I was playing the piano. I don’t know that there are ANY photos of me actively playing said piano… but this is a photo of me and the piano that I played. Close enough.
This is George. He was my favorite because he was so little. At the time it didn’t strike me as taking the easy route, to choose a smaller horse, I just thought he was the sweetest guy in the stable.
I’m the one in the bad-ass turquoise bolero jacket in front.
Despite this color photo, my interest lay in black and white photos, and developing film and prints myself.
This photo is from high school. In college I watched the cheerleading tryouts, but did not participate. Later, I started the pom workshop/auditions, and walked out midway through.
This was my passion for longer than any of the other items. But I quit this one, too. In college. Three times.
Although I became an expert in none of these areas, I like to say I had a well-rounded childhood, dabbling in a little bit of everything. Certainly, I wish I’d pursued some of these further than I did, but not all of them. For some of these hobbies, quitting was absolutely the right decision.
I’m a quitter. And I’m okay with that.