One of the biggest lessons I learned in my adult life is to believe in myself. Now this isn’t a new concept or a revolutionary theory. “Believe in yourself” gets thrown around time to time, but are we really taught this concept of believing in ourselves?
Well, what I remember growing up was living with two hard working parents who wanted nothing but the best for me and my siblings. They were diligent and made great sacrifices. I always looked up to them. The dedication they had was unbelievable. This taught me to do exactly that, work hard and make sacrifices. This sounds great, but I was zoned in box of structure and logic. Climbing the stairs step by step to reach pre-conditioned dreams.
You see, I was learning to work hard, but I wasn’t taught to dream big, to make sacrifices, but I wasn’t taught to believe in myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming my parents (although it sounds like it). They were proactive individuals and I am utterly thankful for their kindness.
My point is, I was blindly following this notion of go to school, graduate college, get a job, work-hard, get married and have kids, in that order. Do you see dream big or believe in yourself anywhere? I don’t! And I haven’t till I hit my mid 20s.
I remember one day going to work, pulling into the parking lot and breaking down. I felt so lost, and I had no idea why I felt that way. I went through everything in my head and I did everything right according to the plan. So why am I crying?
I started peaking into myself, this was so new to me, because most of my young life I was told what to do and how to do it. I was great at following directions, but I sucked at listening to my heart. To be honest, it was scary and enthralling at the same time. I began to soak myself into things I wanted from the bottom of my heart. Like dancing, swimming, sky diving, speaking in public and of course yoga-ing! It was such a process. I would start something and quit and start and quit. I went through this process of “oh I can’t do it, I’m not good enough, I will never be that good” to “maybe I can, I’m getting better, I can and I will”. To get there however, took tremendous courage, dreaming big and truly believing in myself. Knowing that yes this is new and I don’t know everything, but that’s ok because I believe in myself enough to do this. I had that aha moment when I taught my first yoga class (a post for another day :)). I know now entering my late 20s, believing doesn’t always mean succeeding. Rather it is falling, failing, getting rejected and still having the courage to move forward.
What I learned in my 20s…
Dare to dream.
Set goals and work towards these goals.
Make hobbies priorities.
It’s ok to fall.
Let your imagination run wild.
Believe in yourself! Because you are capable of anything you set your mind to.
I’m not old enough to play baseball or football. I’m not eight yet. My mom told me when you start baseball, you aren’t going to be able to run that fast because you had an operation. I told Mom I wouldn’t need to run that fast. When I play baseball, I’ll just hit them out of the park. Then I’ll be able to walk. ~Edward J. McGrath, Jr., “An Exceptional View of Life,” quoted in Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen, 1993
Believe, because you can and you will!