Do you sometimes beat yourself up about things you can’t do? Instead of focusing on the things you can do.
When life throws you a curve ball do you roll with it, grabbing it with both hands or do you duck and turn away?
Horse riding is not one of my skills. This is my daughter doing what she loves most on top of Mount Stirling. As much as I’ve enjoyed the occasional trail ride, it’s not me. The past few years has been about discovering me.
We all have our skills and strengths but somewhere along the way I began to doubt mine.
Despite having many of my travel articles published in magazines throughout Australia, my confidence took a big nose dive.
I think it was a combination of things … being alone at home and the lack of interaction with others, family worries and the stress that mum’s decline and ultimate passing had on me and my own inner turmoils. Combined it sent me into a downward spiral.
I’m not sure when it started to turn around. I think partly it was gaining a new perspective. Blogging and interacting with so many of you from around the world, some who have become such close friends, has made a huge difference. You know who you are.
Hope began to filter out from behind the clouds.
Partly it was my own introspection and pushing myself forward, despite often wanting to bury my head in the sand.
Forcing myself to get out, going to Zumba, doing some courses has all helped.
It’s taken a long time but finally I’m starting to feel on top of things again.
With a new job now on the horizon, I’m excited and, even though it’ll be a huge learning curve with so much to learn, I know I’ll get on top of it
I know there’ll more curve balls to manoeuvre and juggle. I’ll likely falter and stumble and I’ll probably drop some of them.
After all no one’s perfect and I’m no pro juggler.
It reminds me of my juggling episode in the city a few months ago.
Standing amongst a crowd in Melbourne’s Federation Square I was plucked out by a busker and suddenly became the unexpected focus of attention for him, a whacky but talented juggler, and an amused crowd of onlookers.
When it came to doing my bit I was so nervous I fumbled. But It didn’t matter. I had a ball. And then I nailed it.
Maybe that was the first step to me moving out of my comfort zone.
Sometimes all it takes is a bit of courage, or a nudge from a stranger or the universe to make us realise we’re capable of much more than we think.
Maybe it’s all about taking a risk and letting go of expectations.
My wish is for all of us to accept whatever comes our way, to juggle those curve balls and let them take us out of our comfort zone and into new territory.
In new territory we can shift our focus to the moment, learning to accept the situation and trusting that things generally turn out the way they’re meant to.
Here’s to a sense of hope and peace as we accept and embrace where ever we are in life.
Don’t let those unexpected curve balls keep you off course for too long.
Let’s swing that curve ball as hard as we can, with all the force, power and determination that we can muster, and make the absolute best out of our life.
Hopefully in doing that we’ll feel as though we can not only take on the world but feel on top of it!