I suck.

I'm finishing up this week's 52songs song.  It's been good exercise for me, I've gotten to convey the things I wanted to convey, but I can't help but think "This song isn't as great as I think it should be."  It probably could be better.  I could be a better guitar player.  I could play piano better.  I could sing better.

The more I think about it though, I don't write these songs to not suck. I write these songs because it's helping me grow. It's helping me think about music.  It's helping me be creative.  It's helping me put myself out there and be vulnerable and experience that sharing.

I'm reminded of a JFK quote when he talked about going to the moon:

We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not only because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.

So yeah, I suck.  But I don't do write music because it is easy. I do it because it's hard.  I do it because (most importantly) it makes me happy, even though I suck at it.  One day, maybe I'll suck less at it.  If I don't, I'm going to continue sucking, and enjoying life sucking.

As with all of the things that break the threshold of my brain enough to be blogged about, this one comes with a change of thought for me.  I don't want to tell anyone they suck.  I don't even want to tell anyone they could "be better."  I want to be a cheerleader for the world.  I want to cheer people on to do things they never thought they could do, and keep trying the things they want to do.

I encourage you to join me on this journey.