Life's Last Pick
I want to take you back to elementary school gym class. To the days when your gym teacher would pick two of the most athletic kids in the class as captains, and those two captains would then go on to carefully comprise a team fit for the days dodgeball match.
Back in those days, I was never first pick. Not unless my friends happened to be one of the captains, which was a rare occurrence. Lately, certain events in my life have begun to mirror those old school gym class deliberations. When it comes to opportunities, friendships, men, jobs.. I never seem to be first pick. In fact, I'm not even second or third... I'm last.
Just like in 7th grade, being last sucks. It's a feeling that forces you to reflect on your skills and talents. You begin to question what you really bring to the table. You begin to compare yourself to those who have already been picked. You watch them jump for joy, and you wonder when it will be your turn.
These are some of the thoughts that have rolled around in my head lately. I try my best to dismiss comparisons as soon as my subconscious creates them.. because they serve no real purpose. And in my attempt to figure out how I can better my chances of getting 'picked' in the future, I've come to an enlightening conclusion:
I'm going to pick myself, and create my own team. For 7th grade dodgeball this probably wouldn't have worked.. but in life, I have the ability to do absolutely any and everything on my own. Help and support are necessary in some cases, but I believe if I take the first step, or even the first two steps.. the support and help will come. If it doesn't? I'll figure it out. What I won't do, is continue waiting for someone to choose me. Whether it be a job, a relationship, or anything else. I want you to pick yourself. I want you to create your own team, and make shit happen! I'm going to do the same, deal?
With Love,
TC