There was a time when I was playing the piano, at the time I loved it! I loved the fact that I was good at it and that I was always being applauded for it. But, as time wore on I just fell out of touch with it. My parents were always overeager to get me to piano class and that made me feel like I was forced to stay there. Than they started getting demanding about my extra hours of practice. Let's bare in mind I'm only 7 at this stage. It was a lot for 7 year old me too do.
At some point, I though enough is enough, I'm done with piano. My parents told me to think about it for a week or so. My answer stayed the same though. I feel like, if they had not forced me to over exaggerate piano I could've been very good at it. I do miss it that's for sure, but I know I made the right choice in the end.
True story: Once I worked for a non-profit healthcare facility. Every morning when I arrived to work the nurses would gather for prayer. It was a daily activity that they assumed everyone enjoyed. I don't affiliate with or practice any type of religion. I went along with it because I thought it was harmless and didn't feel like it was worth risking exclusion or conflict with my coworkers. It was very awkward and uncomfortable few years especially when they'd ask me to say the prayer. I would fake it and just parrot something I'd heard them say before. Some days I would just tune it out and enjoy the extra few minutes of break time, other days it was very upsetting and felt like I was being coerced into practicing a religion. My co-workers truly believed they were doing no harm. I really should have said something all those times I felt like speaking up but couldn't bring myself to. Instead I just quit and found a better job.
