My daughter Madison, was discussing her attempts at playing the violin last year.

“I was really bad,” she said.

“No, darling,” I replied, “You just were not good yet.”

As with anything, if she had stuck with it, practiced hard, listened to her teacher and persisted through those early months of incessant squeaking, she would have become more proficient.

And thankfully, since her dalliance with stringed instruments, she has found the piano, netball and cross country running, activities that she has been able to persist with and improve in.

Most of us have things that we think we are bad at.

Public speaking.

Hitting a golf ball.

Leading a team.

Perhaps you need to stop defining yourself as bad.

Maybe you’re not good yet.