Its not that
My fingers weren’t long enough for piano
or I wasn’t graceful enough for ballet
or quick enough for cross country
or stealthy enough for soccer
When I really think about it,
The going got tough, and I got going
Leaving behind what I had worked on
I would
Abandon my temporary dream for something
New

I still do.

But I do know
That one day I'll find the thing that fulfills my deepest dreams
I’ll have the confidence to power through, to chase after it like nothing before
Because it wasn't the disturbing difficulties that destroyed  my desire to continue
Or frustration with frequent failure
It was the most dangerous feeling of all
Boredom

All good things come to an end
But one day I'll find the thing that continually kicks me to go further
And I'll chase it until the day I sit on my porch step
Flipping through photo albums while sipping on ice tea and age old wisdom
Telling my great granddaughters to chase whatever waterfalls they wish.