“Those must be comfortable shoes…” -Forest Gump
Forest Gump said in the movie, “I’ve worn lots of shoes…” “If I think real hard then I can remember my first pair shoes” “Momma said they were my ‘magic’ shoes…they would take me anywhere…”
Like Forest, I’ve worn lots of shoes. Not the shoes you wear on your feet but the titles people place on us (or we place on ourselves). These shoes take us places or define us. If I were defining myself I might say “father, employee, student, patient, son, brother..” - all are true. But, none of those labels are me. Like Forest’s shoes which took him from one point in life to another my ‘titles’ have taken me from one point in my life to another - just like shoes.
Have you ever had a pair of shoes that fit so well you refused to ‘not’ wear them even though they were hideous or didn’t match anything? I sure have. Which leads me to wonder; do we hang on to titles that ‘feel comfortable with’ or ‘fit just right’ because we are too afraid to break in a new one? Maybe.
So which is it? Am I a father (yes), am I an employee (yes), am I a student (yes), am I a patient (well maybe not anymore) -more on this later, if I am all (or most of) these things then who am I really? Before we answer that question let’s talk about a few more labels. Am I a son (yes), and I a brother (yes), am I a friend (yes - I hope so), am I a lover (not at the moment - I’m single–crap yet another label!), am I man (yes).
With all these labels and “persona” it’s no wonder that people go through life not knowing who they are!
So let’s ask that question again…who am I really? Golly, now I am more confused than before! Who am I? I am more than father. I more than an employee. I am more than a student. I am more than patient. Am I really more than the sum of all my parts? Random thought: maybe I am under-paid? If I am these things, have I under-sold my worth all this time? Have I worn the comfortable shoes because they were my favorite or because I didn’t want to challenge my own feelings of self-worth and put on the shoes that I should be wearing?
Remember Forest Gump? He wore those shoes with braces until he literally ran himself out of them. Hmm..I think I might see a analogy coming. Am I ready to run right out of those braces and break into a flat run? Is my self-worth tired of being held back by braces on my shoes? Am I tired of being pegged in the back of the head with rocks because I refuse to just run? Run Forest…run.
So, my labels have defined me all these years. “Big Bo” - “Big Daddy” - “Big Bo-Clyde”. Some more positive - employee, student, patient. Some I enjoy father, son, brother, friend. But none of these tell you who I am do they? So what label defines me?
I am evolving. My shoes are changing. My label is changing. My value is on the rise. My optimism is changing. I am about to run. Remember when Forest took out those ‘old school’ Nike shoes? Those things just screamed “Run Forest”! He puts on his new shoes. And then one day for no reason at all he just started running. He ran all the way across the county, state, and country. He just ran.
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I was recently faced with a issue that upset me greatly. I have been planning to have revision bariatric surgery because having gone from 626 to 241 back up to 350 I was feeling some of the negative labels pegging in the back of the head. I was being looked at and talked about. I felt like another label - failure. I had all my hopes on the revision. I was counting on it. I needed it to bring me out of the label pit. I needed a new pair of shoes. I needed to feel like running.
Sadly, my revision surgery will not happen anytime soon and I was not happy about that fact. But, just when I was about to give up a tiny spark blew into a flame inside. I got angry. I reached down inside myself and pulled up the biggest scoop of courage I could grab and I came up with another plan. My Plan B. I won’t go too far into my plan because that will be another blog but the plan helped me define myself. It gave me insight into the label that all the other labels and shoes I wear derive their power from. I am a mirror. Let me explain.
I don’t plan to wait around for some silly revision surgery when I have the strength to hold my own destiny in my hands! I don’t need to go under the scalpel again to make me feel good about myself. I am not going to ask the world to hold my mirror for me so I can see my reflection…I am going to be the one that holds the mirror for someone else…I already know what I am and who I am. I decided that if it takes me ten years to lose 120 lbs I will do it and I will help others do it too.
My job is to help others find themselves. That is who I am. I am successful at life and I am an achiever. My new diet plan is just the tip of the ice-berg to what is about to come out of this life. I tapped into the ‘running source’ and I finally know my label. I am a mirror. I help. I reflect. I give the people around me the opportunity to view themselves the way only a mirror can. I amplify the things that emanate from others so they can see their own labels. Being a mirror is what I am good at. It is what I have always done without knowing what our how. I just did it because I am that person.
Before the ‘haters’ throw stones. Being a mirror isn’t a sign of perfection or arrival. I never said that. I said I found my purpose. I said I found what I am good at. I found that thing that sourced my life without me knowing it. I said, I am here for you. I am servant of all. My job is to help you find your TRUE label.
I am holding the mirror up for you…what do you see? What shoes do you have on? What label fits you best? Don’t laugh millions of people live, breath, and die having never answered this question: Who am I?
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