I've recently decided to give up my music lessons. It's not that I hate them, I'm just more interested in other things now, like writing and painting. Sometimes in order to live to the fullest, you have to give up things that have been apart of you for years. Right? You never know if it's the right thing to do until you actually do it and risk it all. So that's what I'm gonna do. I'm quiting.
What boils my blood is the fact that my family says I shouldn't, and I should keep taking lessons, as always, as usual. But here's the thing: I don't want to keep taking lessons that I dread every week, or perform twice a year. I'm not like the other girls there who wear wooden clogs and long braids (not trying to steryotype). I'm in there with my banged-up sneakers and skinny jeans, feeling like a sore thumb among all of the other girls who give me dirty looks when they pass. So why not try something else? Why is such a problem to everyone else that I'm trying to be happy and just me?
Everyone else thinks they can tell me what to do, but again, it's my life, always has been. It's not for everyone else to yank around and fit into their lives. My mom's okay with it, but everyone else just doesn't get it.
I'm going to do what's best for me, not for them.