How old were you when you first recognized your limitations? How much do you recall about the specifics of what you set out to accomplish? How long did it take before you reconciled yourself to never reaching that accomplishment? What has been the most recent limitation you've faced head-on?
How much easier my life could have been had I learned to recognize my musical limitations sooner. Not sure how this critical life skill eluded me until recently. My parents were sensible people who supported my musical dreams while not indulging me in fantasy. My siblings have also brought me back to earth on those occasions when I've strayed too far afield, musically or otherwise. From my undergraduate years on, I've been fortunate to have many grounded friends and work colleagues. It's abundantly clear where the buck stops.
Sadly, knowing where the blame rests for my musical myopia isn't comforting. For eleven years I've been steadily increasing the speed on my metronome playing Ornithology, Charlie Parker's bebop classic, on my guitar. Then not long ago, I compared my current speed - 168 beats per minute (BPM) - to a Parker recording. I now offer this hackneyed glass-half-full bromide: Better late than never to recognize playing bebop is not - perhaps never was - in the cards for me, considering the Bird plays Ornithology at 230+ BPM.
No wonder I've avoided recognizing my limitations; it sucks.