except sometimes???

Today is "Never Give Up Day." At first read through that sounds like a fine idea, but I must admit I have given up from time to time.  I failed spectacularly at water skiing and gave up trying to do it.  I also failed at down hill skiing although I did alright at cross country.  I once contemplated baking tiramisu for my daughter's birthday.  It's her favorite dessert, but when I read the list of ingredients and the steps needed to create this concoction, I gave up and bought some from a local restaurant instead.  I also gave up playing the piano.  I took lessons as a child for two years and again as an adult for a year, and finally had to admit that, when it comes to music, I belong in the audience.  It does seem like this musical ineptitude is really unfair.  My grandfather, my mother's father, could play any tune he heard on just about any instrument.  My mother played the piano beautifully.  Both of my brothers, both of my children, and two of my grandchildren played in high school marching bands.  I, on the other hand, evidently inherited my father's tin ear.  I blame my lack of ability to carry a tune on the fact that, as a child, I sat between my mother and father in church every Sunday.  My mother had a lovely singing voice; my father sang in a monotone.  I think that combination must have fried my little musical brain cells.  So the moral of this story is it's ok to give up sometimes, and quite possibly a blessing to the world in general.