Talent: Use it.

A while ago I left my ‘steady’ job in the city to find a more meaningful existence doing more of what excited me. It was crazy. At the time I literally left my job to pursue a hobby; Crossfit. I had no idea of how I would pay for any of it, all I knew was that I was now going to live the life I’d intended even if I ended in much more tricky places than I was in now. To begin with I really didn’t have an idea as to what was next. My perspective was clouded by negative influences from my family, and so for a fairly long time I just didn’t give my self the space to start taking definitive steps towards making a life as well as a living.

I think is where we go wrong. Due to the fact that we have ‘things’ pay for, rent, food, car, insurance, gym membership, going out, alcohol, we lose sense of what we’re trying to achieve. Our life becomes geared towards paying for these meaningless things, whilst neglecting all too often our true desires. Isn’t it funny, how many artists do you know, who rarely paint? Or singers who seldom perform, or dancers of work as waitresses in chain restaurants? It’s insane. All of these highly talented people, who don’t feel that what they’re good at is worth anything. People who no longer believe their passion will sustain them. I know this, because I was one of them. Isn’t it sad?

Imagine what the world would look like if people bet on themselves more? Can you imagine who much more ‘art’ there would be. How much more happy people doing what excited them, there would be? I get a sense it would be a pretty special place.

Wherever you are today, in relation to what is that you’ve been meaning and wanting to do, just take a moment to ponder why you haven’t been doing it. What’s the reason? There’s nothing silly about why you haven’t been doing it (time, money, location etc.) but ask yourself if there is just one thing to help you take a step to doing more of what you enjoy, and less of what you don’t. It will most likely be very simple. I’m not going to put ideas in your head with examples, because you’ve got a brain, you know what to do.

Your talents were given to you because they were there to be developed, but most importantly because you were meant to feel joy whilst doing them. That’s the reason we’re here isn’t it? To love who we are, to love what we do, to be excited by the possibilities and have a wonderful adventure making them happen.

I have a lot more to say, but you will have to wait for me to publish it because today that’s enough. Life is good, it sorts things out for you, just let it, if you feel disgruntled by your job, don’t quit, just breath deep, relax, and embrace whatever it has there, most likely its better than you might sometimes think it is. If you’re bored, enjoy it. That’s when creative times begin!

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing,

AC OUT!

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Internal Shoulder Rotation, and Other Misfits.

Last week I decided I was injured. Or more to the point, I finally listened to what my body had been telling me for…um…about 6 months possibly more.

I’ve been training for some time now. Ever since I was about 10 doing pull-ups on the gangway of our boat (please remind me to put a photo of it some day, it really was gorgeous). I’ve been doing push ups and pull-ups and running, and all kinds of training and exercise for a large part of my life, but up until now I never really considered such things as mobility. More to the point, I never really had been injured (properly) and approached the subject with anything other than frustration.

What I’ve discovered is that being injured, for me, has actually become really interesting. It’s made all kinds  of subjects relevant, and has opened up me to a new thirst for knowledge. Namely in this, self diagnosis and treatment.

Doctors are great, but I’ve been to too many, only to discover I already knew what they were going to tell me (hot and cold, add some ibuprofen). Its now made me realise that we seriously need to introduce kids to the concept of prevention over cure. Continue reading