Dear 100 Hour Board,
What’s something you’ve been unsuccessful at?
-My Name Here
Dear Multiple Nuanced Hobbies,
Throwing pots on a potter’s wheel. Attempting to do so may have sent the teen-aged Rubik running to the shower at a family reunion, where he shed actual tears of frustration (granted, he was fairly exhausted by the time he made his first attempt, but still).
Also I sent some sketches in to Studio C when they were calling for new writers and got nothing out of it, so we can count that, too, I suppose.
Dear Your Name There
Or rather, publishing fiction. I've written quite a lot.
I just have quite a few rejections in response queries sent to agents and publishers. I'm still writing and hope to have a breakthrough, but I have not published any fiction.
Dear My Name Here,
Keeping in contact with people I really care about. This is common enough but I've been struggling more on this current years-long ride on the mental health meltdown merry-go-round. I think I'm getting ready to get off, though.
- The Black Sheep
I have been unsuccessful at finishing a majority of my projects. I honestly didn't realize why until I was recently diagnosed with ADD. Weirdly enough, that's making me more inclined to try to stick it out through projects just to prove to myself that I can actually do it. We'll see if that actually happens.
To hit it on the nose—
-100 Hour Bard
Last spring I got hooked on The Great British Baking Show and I decided to bake my way through all the recipes during my extra long and free summer. I bought a metric scale, macaron silicone mat, and a few other things to prep. I even set up a blog. Now, I'm not a Maven-level baker but I can for sure follow recipes and usually have things turn out fine.
Let's just say that it did not pan out.
All sports ever. My hand eye coordination is terrible, I often confuse left and right, and pretty much all of my memories of being forced to play sports in elementary, middle, and high school are very unhappy, leaving me zero desire to ever become successful at sports. To seal the deal, I had croup as a little girl, and ever since then, whenever I do cardio, like sports, after a few minutes, I start tasting blood in the back of my throat, and it's hard/painful to breathe (sometimes the difficulty/pain of breathing lasts for days).
Writing. The 100 Hour Board is the only writing venture I've ever actually been consistent with. I love writing, and I started a blog a year ago... and it only has 2 entries on it. I don't know why, but I just can never manage to be consistent about it. What's nice about the Board is that I don't have to come up with my own ideas of what to write about, and I know at least the asker will be interested in what I have to say.
I've also never really been successful at being funny. Every once in a while I have a good, witty day, but I'd say in general I'm just not a funny person. It's not something that bothers me much, and I'm surrounded by plenty of clever folks who make up the difference. Plus, somebody has to be the bland and factual one.
I'm really bad at figuring out which side of the door I should push to open it (as in left or right). You'd think the hinges would be a good clue but I'm also really bad at identifying hinges.
Speaking of doors, I'm the perfect height where the belt loops of my pants can snag on the strike plate (yes, I had to look that particular term up, no shame if you follow the link) so quite often I'll be walking along, minding my business when all of a sudden I'm yanked back because I accidentally got too close the the door frame.
So basically I'm just unsuccessful and functioning around doors.
It's a jungle out there. Good luck!
-the Goose Girl
I am such a poor driver that I now have empathy for Spongebob's boating school misadventures. When I took the driving test a few weeks ago, I didn't even make it out of the parking lot before panicking. The instructor said that in his thirty years of giving driving tests, he's never seen someone give up before they even got out on the road. Worst $40 I ever spent.
One time my track coach signed me up to run the 110 meter hurdles despite me having never tried them in practice. It was a terrible experience and I finished like a full 20 seconds after everyone else. It was bad.
Last fall, I decided that the sad state of my Spanish was unacceptable so I got Duolingo in a bid to improve it. Then I figured that as long as I had such a great language-learning tool at my fingertips, I might as well learn Danish too. Then I realized that vocabulary quizzes in Spanish were a mistake when what I really needed was critical thinking in Spanish, and what better way to think critically than to take another foreign language course in Spanish? Duolingo doesn't offer Danish for Spanish speakers, but that wasn't about to stop me, so I decided it was time for me to finally learn Russian.
In a nutshell:
I still don't know any Russian at all, my Spanish is still rusty, and I haven't done more than one or two Danish lessons per month since December.
Dear My ~
~ Dragon Lady
Raising a toddler who likes vegetables and doesn't watch TV.
Team sports. Even when I was in the best physical shape of my life I was terrible. I can never understand what is going on and just feel afraid that I'll get hit by the ball. How do people do it?
Dear Your Name,
Making a galaxy mirror glaze cake. I got all psyched up to make myself a cool birthday cake, and I ended up with this:
It looked okay, but more like something from the 90's than the mesmerizing galaxy it was supposed to be. The real problem was that the glaze had the texture of rubber. It was inedible, and I ended up peeling the whole thing off in one jiggly piece. I don't know if I put in too much gelatin or what, but I haven't been brave enough to try again.
In addition, and maybe this won't surprise you seeing as I love to bake (and cook), I am terrible at losing weight. It's kind of a sore spot for me. But I'm still trying.
So many things. Learning to play piano. Having a best friend besides my husband. CS 238. Making the varsity cross-country team in high school. Any sports involving hand-eye coordination. Driving downtown. Carrying a full-term pregnancy. Swimming better than a dog-paddle. Growing something edible in my garden. Karate. Escaping the self-inposed burden of imposter syndrome once and for all.