A year ago this week I posted a blog about my first fiddle lesson.
About six months ago, I stopped taking lessons due to concerns with my fingers. Later, I went to physiotherapy. It helped somewhat.
In May, my physiotherapist thought I should pick up the fiddle again. I did and apart from our June trip to BC and a couple of weeks off for convalescing from my recent surgery have kept at it pretty faithfully since then.
Yesterday, I spent a happy hour with my violin teacher. She gave me some mechanical tips: "Lower the shoulder; drop your bowing arm; take shorter strokes; and, relax." It's easier to say those things than do them, but I'll try hard. She also gave me a lot of tips in playing some of the songs I've been practising: "Cut these notes (ie shorten them); slur these; and, hit the first beat harder in this song."
Maybe she was just being nice, but she didn't tell me that I was wasting my time. The thing is that I have fun with the fiddle, and that's pretty important. At this point, it fills a need or at least a want in some sort of way.
You don't have to be especially good at things to enjoy them, and you shouldn't have so much pride that you don't try things for fear that you won't excel. Heck fire! If most of us only did things we excelled at, few of us would do much at all.