Each Tuesday I have a dulcimer lesson and I get thrown back into a place previously not visited often. I am a beginner. I am incompetent. I usually do things where I have a bit of competency. So, I choose to look at the lessons as a good things. I am doing something new.
Tuning the dulcimer has gone from being an utter nightmare to being doable. Progress.
As I get older, I want to keep on learning and doing new things. About four years ago, my father died. This is one of the most precious lessons he taught me.