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Excellence. What does that mean for you? Aristotle said, “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit.”
I would like to believe what Aristotle said, but doesn’t sit well with me. As a child, I learned to play the piano. I took lessons until I graduated from high school. Now the only time my fingers click keys is when I start practicing in October to play carols at Christmas. Otherwise, my piano goes unused. I had a habit, but excellence never arrived.
My Japanese mother believes every child has a gift and that it is the duty of the parents to discover it, then kill the child with practice. What does my Irish-Cajun father think? All is well, as long as I’m having a good time. Cajuns find any excuse to party, and I’m excellent at planning parties.
(This is not my piano, but mine is very similar. This is a 1928 Gulbransen from the Antique Piano Shop. Mine came out of an estate sale.)
I admit piano practice got me out of after dinner kitchen cleanup for a while. However, the fact of the matter is, no matter how much I practiced, for how many years, no matter how “excellent” my teachers were, piano practice did not prove me with the excellence to achieve concert pianist status. In other words, practice didn’t produce talent.
Now for my quandary. What does all of this mean for my other goals and dreams?
I selected psychology as my first major in college. After my first three psych classes, especially after I took Childhood Development, I switched to Business. Why? The honest truth—if I were ever faced with a child abuse case, I’d probably have to kill somebody. At least in business, I could take someone down legally. Which subconsciously may have lead me to a career in insurance litigation…but that’s matter for Freud to determine.
All the while, my desire, my urge to write burned in my gut. I squirreled many stories, many “starts” in a box. About five years ago, I decided I had to quell the fire burning in my gut and made writing my life.
Quell the fire? Boy was I wrong. The fire didn’t dampen or diminish, it only grew stronger.
Now I wonder, will I achieve excellence in my writing? Does habit reveal talent? I think before I am able to answer, I have to first define what excellence means to me while I continue to learn my craft. I still love writing.
In Bayou Born, Branna Lind set out to discover if she had the makings of excellence to handle the job handed to her by her family.
So now I want to know—Do you have excellence in your life?
Leave me a note and share with me. I’m collecting comments from now until Sunday. Then one lucky person will be a winner of a prize—a celebration for their excellence. The prize? An eBook of Bayou Born and SWAG: pen, book card, and a special necklace with a Fleur de Lis charm.
Winner to be announced next week.
So once again, tell me where you have excellence in your life. Go!