Expect Nothing Less

 I want people to walk around delusional about how great they can be - and then to fight so hard for it every day that the lie becomes the truth.” -Lady Gaga

I like to dabble. I have taken up many hobbies that I quite enjoy. Singing, guitar playing, cake decorating, golf, all kinds of crafts, sewing, playing soccer, I have even tried my hand at writing a couple songs. I take some pride in having a wide variety of interests, and I'm better at some of these activities than others. But, I am not great at any of them. I could ponder a good long while figuring out why, but ultimately it comes down to where my heart and my passion lie. I wish I was great at something, -anything. Alas, I am painfully  conscious of how my level of expectation affects my level of motivation. I never mind being a beginner. The first few tries are always cause for celebration. I don't expect to be a virtuoso, it just feels good dipping my toe in the water, no matter if the results are a bit sloppy. But a sad thing happens as time goes by and I gain experience; my expectations rise. That's when I get discouraged. I lose my heart and my passion. I can remind myself again and again that people who are great at what they do spend years devoted  solely to their dream. Still, I am easily swayed and easily distracted. I realize it takes more than time and talent to be truly great though. It takes a steel will and the serendipitous discovery of finding the precise juncture where physical capability meets heart's desire. That truly is a rare thing. So maybe the odds are stacked against me. I may never be great at anything. Still, I am interested to see where my dreams plus some hard work and determination will take me. That and my great expectations.