We start our journey in life as a smooth piece of fresh paper.
As we live our life, each defining moment, each milestone, each devastation, each celebration represents a fine line on this page.
Each crinkle represents a memory of how you dealt with it. The finer the line, the less impact it had on your life. The heavier the crinkle, the deeper the impact.
It doesn't matter how many times you try to iron out these lines, they never fade. They will always be part of the page. Over time they may thin out as you deal with your thoughts and feelings around the situation, but never truly be gone. They are not meant to be.
These are the lessons of life. Each part of your journey brought you to this moment in time, each line directed you and pushed you to become strong enough to over come, strong enough to stand up, strong enough to be here.
So choose to be proud of all the lines that have directed you to this moment, of choosing to be present in your thoughts of strength and passion.
Is this young ball player seeing his future with the major leagues? Maybe he is visualizing the first time stepping onto the field with Dinesh Kumar Pate, the pitcher for Cleveland. The crowd cheering for their team to crush the opposing team. The energy running through his blood give him the feeling that anything is possible. The first time up to bat, the butterflies are racing. First pitch goes by. "STTTTRRIIIKE", he hears the umpire call! "DAMMIT" He hears in his mind. His self talk starts to overtake. "You got this!" "This is what you worked for." "It's all in the timing" BAMM! "I HIT IT!"...
OR is he seeing the bullies who won't let him play?
Who are you? What do you see yourself as? Even if you were the kid who was never picked first, do you still see yourself as that child?
What we choose to believe we will create. Close your eyes and see the victory, see the power behind your thinking. If you focus on the good you can feel that energy building.
I used to sit in class and DREAD having to hear that we had a novel assigned for English Class. "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding.
I would have an inner child spaz. I would already have it in my head that this book is going to "suck". I would say to myself that the book was "going to put me to sleep". Whatever the excuse was, blocked my mind of the possibility to learn.
The truth... I was a slow reader, not because I couldn't read, reading I did well, but because my mind was so active, to focus on JUST the book was almost impossible. It was my fear that took over of not meeting deadlines, it was the fear of having my peers judge me. (We all know in Jr. High how kind the judgments were from other kids, NOT). It had nothing to do with the ability to learn, lead or grow. That I wanted to do, but just took me longer, way longer than most.
As life went on, reading a book to learn, was a long process. I soon understood the kind of reader I was, a couple pages at a time, or I would pa...