Clarity is … changing. When I was a kid, I was fast. Not because of training. Not because I focused on it. I was told I was going out for the town track meets, so I did. When I was ten (10), I raced a bunch of kids and won a gold medal. It was cool. Then, I was told that I won female athlete of the year (10). I had NO idea why. I showed up, I ran as fast as I could. I hated being behind people. That was my only motivation. I didn’t like the feeling of being behind someone else. I had to be in front.
Running for running’s sake
No logic. No strategy. No deep thinking, or training (though we did run as a way of play, not exercise…. we were all just kids, doing kid stuff and running toward or away from things was one of my past-times.
In my new school in 9th grade, I was on the track team again. I didn’t know any other way. I didn’t think I had choices. It was who I was. Run fast. Win. I broke three school records in the first two weeks. The seniors wanted to hang out with me. I loved the attention. I loved the feeling of importance. Except, I thought track and running for the sake of running was boring. I went to some sort of state finals (obediently) and was crushed by the competition. They had longer legs and more drive.
Life is like that, isn’t it? Someone out there is better than us. Someone else, not as naturally gifted.
Then, a fate worse than teenage social death happened. I grew hips. My track buddies all graduated. I grew bored. And, in tenth grade, my parents divorced, sending me into a depression I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Basically, life happened. But then, so did my choices.
Just like that, my conscious/unconscious/ego/soul band broke up.
I was extraordinarily good at something but I also recognized after the year before, I would never be SO good at it that I should continue to pursue it if I also lacked a passion for it. And so, I let it go in order to discover some new adventures.
Without knowing it, I set my own limits. I defined my own goals. I followed my own voice. And, though others had their opinions, I never looked back.
Clarity is changing
Clarity is knowing what you’re good at plus what you love to do with a passion that will keep you going when you lose. When our lives change, dramatically or in little ways, it can be traumatic. It can be perceived as the WORST time of our lives, or the best of times. Changing times means growth or stagnation. How we view it is in fact, completely up to us.
When I was a kid, I don’t remember anyone asking me if I liked to run, or WHY I liked to run. The real reason? Because when I ran, I also dreamed that I could fly.
Clarity gives us roots, but change gives us wings.
About the author: Karen E.M. Henry is a transitions life coach, writer and speaker. She specializes in working with people who want to create positive changes and savor who they want to be. Her full bio can be found at: wings13326.wix.com/wings13326#!about-karen-e-m-henry-ma/c11k