Yes, it is, sadly, true. Like so many of you out there I thought I had an okayish voice – despite being the only girl to be asked to sit out of the end-of-school song – until I heard it played back to me. What an ear-opener.
But you know what?
I may not be able to sing, dance, play an instrument, paint or sculpt, but I can read and that is my door to freedom.
Now, I try to kid myself that I am able to write. Whether I am a good writer, bad writer or merely competent is irrelevant because, like my singing, instrument playing and painting, I do it to assuage a desperate need in me to express myself. If, by sheer fate, someone enjoys my efforts, then I shall smile and feel a happy little glow. If not – ah well, that was not my aim and so I have lost nothing.
Do not let your apparent inability to perform hold you back. Let your soul free for you lose nothing in the effort and gain everything in the experience.