For years and years and years, I have lived with a lie. A piano teacher (who was also a regular school teacher of mine) and someone I really admired told me I should give up the idea of every playing the piano. I was devastated, but I gave up anyway. After all, she was the expert.
I have been living with an "I can't" around music every since. Singing, playing an instrument, even humming along. Always a little self-conscious about it, too.
Finally decided, a few years ago, that getting close to singing or hmming along was worth being self-conscious. Music just makes me to happy to abandon it.
Well, I'm learning to play the piano and getting better and better. The new book on learning piano for adults has simple melodies (like the refrain from Jingle Bells), but it introduces two hand playing immediately cords.
I am very happy for myself. :)