Why is it that I don't get better at failing, even with all the practice I've had? Should I even want to? I'm pretty sure that being good at failure is not something I should be striving for, but it's the only thing I've had a lot of practice in lately, so I should be great at it.
My small group music fell through. I could blame it on unprofessional singers, but it was more a matter of priorities, or maybe high expectations. True, we're not professionals, but if you commit to doing something, especially something as complex as an a cappella musical piece, then I darn well expect you to follow through. I don't care if you're not a professional, if you're a college student, or if you can't play piano. I just care if you do what you say you'll do. I expect that you will. I am . . . disappointed.
It's partly my fault for choosing the group members I did, but I really think I chose people who had the ability to get things done. I tried to strike that balance (I thought I was getting better at) between pressuring enough to make them work hard but not so much that they quit. Should I have turned into Captain Blood? I don't know if that would have helped.
There were things I could have done differently, such as dropping that easy song the second time it went so badly because some of them just didn't want to learn it, or dropping both in favor of the one tune we all knew from an earlier concert and could have done with the Christmas words . . .
I think the trick is that even if you fail a lot, you have to keep trying or you'll lose. Something. Your forward momentum? The game? I don't know. I blame Miles for his bad influence by insisting on playing the game and winning with the hand dealt. I should pause and consider what he lost, I suppose.
Sounds like it's time for another read-through. Maybe I'll stick with the later ones. I always did like the summary for Memory in the chronology for the Vorkosigan books: "Miles hits thirty. Thirty hits back." In theory, Miles was far more breakable than me.
There will still be plenty of beauty in this Christmas concert without my special pieces, and I can go sing from the balcony tomorrow before rehearsal.
01 December 2009
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Coming to terms with one's own failures is kind of galvanizing. There are Lessons to be Learned: next time I will start earlier, practice more, be more thorough, whatever. Coming to terms with shared failures is much more difficult. I still feel guilty about some social-activity-organizing failures from 5-10 years ago, largely because I don't see how I really could've done better, so I keep worrying at them like a dog with a dead rat.
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