Like it or not, what we do is an identity of who we are. It is not our only identity to be sure but it is a pretty big one. Oh, that's Bill he makes furniture, Kim is the best mom in the world, Jessica is the county commissioner and could run the whole state. That's Patty, um, well... she used to build homes, I don't know what she does now.....Hmmmm.....
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Who are you? What do you do? What is your identity?
My adolescent psychology professor told us that the saddest person is the one who made it big when he is young and never does anything after that, that could top that one achievement. As an example he said, think about the college quarterback who everyone loved, everyone knew, thousands of people cheered his name. He was a winner, a football star, but college is over now and he is not good enough for professional ball. What does he do now? When people see him they tell him how great he was and how they remember that play..... But now he is home sitting in his living room and he doesn't know what to do next. All he seems to have is his memories. He gets job offers to sell cars and other manly objects but no one is cheering his name and he isn't accomplishing a thing. What now? My psychology teacher was right, having already achieved what you believe to be your greatest accomplishment and then living a life around that past is a horrible place to be. The high point of your life is over and it is always rearing its head and reminding you of what you once did and of who you once were. The football field is empty now. There is no one there.
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Get up! Move on! Don't feel sorry for yourself! Do something!
I couldn't agree more. Yes! Great advice! Let's make some goals, a strategic road map of the exact things I need to do to get where I want to go. Paper and pen in hand I sit down to start my new plan. Minutes pass... I think I will make some coffee and maybe I should get some highlighters and some multi-colored pencils, and..... I am not writing.. I don't know what to aim for. I don't have any agenda.
|Carie Harling - Dispatches From the Frat House|