For example, in high school my friends and I would try to come up with creative things to do during gym while playing and trying to get a decent grade. Sometimes this wasn't such a hit with those in our class who were a little more competitive. It was especially not appreciated when we moved out of the way of the volleyball. Needless to say I was thrilled when I didn't have to take gym my senior year. There was much rejoicing.
It may come as a shock to most of you that I do not sew nor think I have talent for it. My mother is the world's best seamstress and quilter. She can seriously fix or make or do anything when it comes to the sewing machine. Me, not so much. In Junior High when I had to take sewing my mom would end up finishing what I had started due to the fact that I would have a minor (Read: MAJOR) breakdown. The breakdowns mostly involved crying and I just didn't enjoy it AT ALL.
Which brings us to today and about a week ago when I had this realization about both of the topics discussed above. I started going to the gym in December and I actually like it. I am currently working on a secret project (for someones birthday) that involves sewing and it isn't so bad. I realized that just because I didn't like something in the past doesn't mean that I will forever be tied to that thing about myself. I can conquer something that I didn't think I could. Those labels don't have to define me forever.
I am sure that some of you out there had this realization a long time ago but for me it was a true aha moment. A moment that I have been pondering on for the past week and trying to think of how I would put it into words. I hope I have done it justice.
