In the book, How to Live a Good Life: Soulful Stories, Surprising Science, and Practical Wisdom, Jonathan Fields tells the story of coming home one day as a teenager to find his mother in tears in her bedroom. She kept her pottery wheel in the basement and decided that now, newly divorced, was the time to return to her art.
She told her son that she had lost her talent. She had tried but nothing came.
Like most teenage boys, Jonathan was overwhelmed at all the emotion. But then a thought came to him: He was on the gymnastics team at school. He reminded his mother about how good he was during the season, the practice he put in, the effort to stay in shape. But after the season was over, he let it slide (as only teenage boys can do.) So when it came time to get to the gym again, he was not great that first week or the second. “Because I’m rusty, Mom. And it’s the same for you.”
That night, his mother returned to the basement. And to her art.
Most of us are so busy that we feel accomplished when we just get the basic things done each day. We often think about what we’d do if we had more time. But too often, we then conclude: “Oh, I wouldn’t be any good at (tennis, writing, piano playing, riding the mechanical bull, etc.) now. Too much time has passed. I would be awful.”
Well, take it from me, you will be awful that first time. And maybe the second. But being rusty is no reason not to return to something you used to love. The rust will disappear after some practice, and the fun will return.
So this week, recall something you used to love to do. Pick up that guitar. Write a poem. Run after work. Grimace when the chords squeak, the words are saccharine, and your knees hurt. But don’t give up. You’re just rusty.