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“A multipotentialite is someone with many interests and creative pursuits. Multipotentialites have no “one true calling” the way specialists do. Being a multipotentialite is our destiny.”
I stumbled across this today and honestly couldn’t be more grateful. Somehow putting a name to it have given me a breath of fresh air after feeling disheartened and frustrated with myself. Feeling like something was wrong with me and questioning my ability to ever really achieving anything life.
From a young age as a family of 3 girls we junped from project, to project often focused around crafting. My mum would buy us all the gadgets to get us started and we’d all obsess over the same project until I began to bore us and then inevitably we’d become interested in and move onto the project.
The older I grew the more this partern continued in my life. The projects grew from small jewelry crafting to blog writing and running small online businesses but eventually the results would end the same way. I’d lose my passion, become bored of the project and move on.
Today (and for the past few weeks) at the tail end of my most recent project I’m disheartened, feeling like a failure and searching for what ever project might next catch my eye. I found my meaning. I found my definition and a whole community of people just like me. I’ve gone from cursing my most frustrating trait to figuring out how I can work with, rather than against.
I am a multipotentialite. I fall in love with my passions and work them fearlessly until I can’t anymore. I’m well knowledged in many different subjects and master of none and that is OK.
Comment below if you feel like you can connect with what I’m saying? Do you get disheartened every time you feel like you’ve “failed” yet another project? Think you could be a multipotentialite? Let me know the comments below.
Im going to be really real with you here. It’s hard to control emotions, already being controlled by your body. Man, periods suck.
I’ve been an absolute nightmare the past couple of days, despite ever effort to change my mood, I jump right back around to feeling moody and short tempered. Tonight I’m mixing it up, I’m hitting a yoga mat for the first time in a good 4 years and it’s safe to say I’ll probably spend the entire hour trying not to fart. At least I’ll be with the girls, there’s nothing more terrifying than a well seasons yoga class.
Edit. I did 3 silent but quite violent farts, if anyone smelt then they were far to kind to shame me.
And… Yoga was awesome, I pretty much spent the entire time trying not laugh at the thought of the whole in my friends trowsers (don’t worry she knew about, I’m not that evil) and letting giggles every time a move seemed even remotely sexual. To be honest it was nice to just do something for me, to be someone other mum and girlfriend. To just care for myself, which I get so little time for these days. We’re planning to keep going to keep going back! Its the first bit of exercise I’ve been able to do since getting I’ll I without my head exploding or actually passing outm it felt amazing to use my muscles AND I was super productive when I got home. I think in going to have to try and incorporate more yoga into my life. On an even better note my period is nearly over and I’m starting to feel myself again. If anyone any tips on how NOT to be a hormonal cow, please feel free to drop them in the comments below.
I guess the moral of this post is to remind you to LOOK AFTER YOURSELF, what ever that means for you. What ever your lacking, a healthy diet, exercise, friendship. YOU HAVE CONTROL of your life.
I became a whole new person yesterday, and I never want to forget how or why I needed that change as much as I did. I never want to forget the forget the pain I went through to get mew to where I am today. So I’m re-booting the blog. Giving it, much like my life a whole new, realigned purpose. I’m starting as only seems right, with things I’m grateful for. All to often we forget where we’ve come from, the pain we’ve endured, the obstacles we’ve overcome and NEVER given ourselves enough credit for the strength it took to do so.
5 Things I’m Grateful For Sept’17
1. I’m thankful for my incredible partner, whom for the most part (I’m sorry to say) I forget about the incredible getting on 12 years that we’ve shared. I can only apologise that I don’t thank you enough for everything you’ve endured because of me and my choices. That I havn’t always been as thankful for your role in my life as I should have and that i forgot just how lucky I am to have had you by my side all these years. I forget far to often just how lucky I am to have found a partner that has loved my so fully and supported as wholeheartedly as you have.
2. I’m thankful for my chronic pain. I thankful to have something I’m life to constantly reminded me just how short my life of this planet is. As hard as you have pushed me, i can honestly say that I am thankful for the way you brought my entire life to a standstill. Without you I would have been forever miserable, working a 40 hr/ week jobs I’d end up hating but having no other choice but to do because “the bills need paying”. Without you I would have died sad and lonely and filled to brim with regret.
3. I’m thankful, as every mummy is, for my son. My dear boy, you brought more meaning to my life than I could have ever imagined. If not for you and your unconditional love I would never had made the changes to better myself as a human being that I am making today. Because of you, and my burning need to be the best mum I possible can. That you understand how to deal with your emotions, you know tears of the true acknowledgement of strength and that the term “man up” will never be a phrase in our family dictionary.
“Now more than ever I know you have a plan for me and I am 100% yours”
4. I’m thankful to my mum, who’s pain you shared with me growing up made me one of the strongest people I know. Who’s clumsy way of fighting through life has meant I know how to live mine with 100% drive and purpose. You were never the perfect mum, as il never be for my son but you did your best and for that I am grateful. Never did you allow the world to confine your girls to a box, never did you give up fighting when I know you had no fight left in you. Please never feel like you failed us, because if not for you I wouldn’t be as successful as I am today. Be proud of you mumma, you fucking rocked being a mum.
5. I’m thankful for the path the universe has planned out for me. I don’t know what journey you are going to take on. I don’t know what pain you will inflict on me next but I do no. That I will survive it. I’m grateful for the lessons you have taught me, the people you have put on my path and the future you have ready waiting for me because I trust you. Now more than ever I know you have a plan for me and I am 100% yours.
I wanted to put this on the blog so that the internet can suck it up into it’s web forever, so that I may never forget the lessons I’ve learnt. That on a bad day I can remember that from pain only goodness comes, only new lessons are learnt and that after learning what ever lessons I’m supposed to learn I will be rewarded.
I realise this title seems completely backward. Until lately, I’ve spent nearly every day of my life since being diagnosed cursing my chronic condition. Cursing the pain my IIH (Idiopathic Intracranial Hypertension) gave me. Wondering why me? and wishing it selfishly could have happened to […]