The Blue Grasshopper loves many things, but the written word is something I love almost above all other things. Words have been a great friend to me for my entire life, and when I read, I find myself always excited to see what the next page will bring with respect to whatever story I’m enjoying.
What do you do when the story is your own life? Are you the author? If not, why not? Who else knows better than you what will happen on the next page?
A dear friend of mine shared the following video with me today:
I guarantee, no matter if you hate or love football or the Panthers, if you have a pulse you will find something in here that inspires you. The friend who sent me the video sent it to several others and asked each of us to share with her what we personally took away from it.
My answer was that only we have the power to decide how our story ends.
I graduated from law school in May 2011. It was a dream come true–I had my J.D. and I was the first person in my family to obtain a doctorate degree. I settled in to a grueling summer of studying for the bar exam. I studied…and studied…and studied. I took the bar exam. I failed. I was crushed, angry, humiliated, and sure that this singular failure meant that I myself was a failure. I couldn’t separate myself as a person from my performance on a test. Fast forward 6 months to when I took the bar exam again, and failed. Again. This time, I not only failed, but I got let go from my law firm job. I understood. They needed an attorney, but what they had was a failure. I decided then and there that I’d never take the test again, I was never going to pass it so I just needed to give up.
I’m so glad I didn’t listen to myself. A year later, I realized that my desire to be an attorney was much bigger than the fear I had of failing again. The real failure would be to quit trying. I had been through breakups and crappy jobs and health problems and the loss of loved ones, and I had not only survived these things, I had ended those chapters in my life as a stronger and smarter person — every single time.
So I decided to stare down the beast one more time. I studied. I prayed. I cried. I screamed. I PASSED. I turned the page into a new chapter of the Book of Grasshopper that I was writing. I kept going and learned that I was not a score on a test. I was, and am, The Blue Grasshopper.
I decide how the chapters will end. I am me, I am not what happens to me. I encourage you to do the same.