Personal Narrative: An Art Museum Worthy

I've always tried to put my best effort into my work. Even in preschool I wanted my painting to be art museum worthy. That meant my artwork would be put on the board for the whole class to see. I wanted to commit to my work and do so diligently. I felt a sense of completion with the other kids, and I have ever since. I wanted the best. To me, even at a young age, life is about striving for perfection, and I am still figuring out if that is a good thing or not. Up until my sophomore year of high school, I would put my best work into school and sports, with a goal to improve, ultimately to succeed. I had such a strong desire to thrive, but I was unsure how to get there. I would fall short of the top tier, which caused me distress and anxiety. …show more content…
For instance, I had a friend who was really smart and successful, and never hesitated to tell me about her successes. I felt motivated, pressured even, to be like her in order to benefit my future. I was often compared to her, and it opened my eyes to the fact that I had a choice: I could sit back and give up and not care, or I could get up and do whatever was necessary to improve. I was able to reflect on my past triumphs and losses, and use those as stepping stones propriety. In addition, my high school volleyball coach told me at tryouts that if I improved between then and the start of the season, I would be moved up to varsity. I had the whole summer in order to improve, and I took this to heart, using my time off to put my whole heart into the sport I loved to get better. I got an email that said "Congrats, you made it. See you at practice." I looked back on that moment and realized, that my hard work finally paid off and it just took some time. This journey was a rollercoaster of emotions. I initially felt a sense of pride and hope, realizing that I would only get better with practice. I saw my skills in volleyball greatly improve, and my academic success is slowly getting more and more constant in success. Finally, I realized that accomplishment takes a lot of time and effort, and does not happen simply over night. With patience, I was able to see a difference in