What makes up who you are? Not what things do you enjoy doing, or what things you have to do. But who were you as a child? What dreams did you have? These are the questions I’ve been wrestling with for the last few months. Thankfully, I have a husband who supports me, which allows me to have plenty of time to really dwell on these thoughts. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far: when I was a little girl I loved playing with the boys. I wasn’t afraid to get dirty, in fact the dirtier I got, the cooler I was. I wanted to be strong in spirit and in body. So how does that translate today?
A few months ago, my pastor asked me “what gets you excited? What brings out the beast in Charity?” I didn’t answer. I had nothing to say because I didn’t have a clue. This got me starting to think “what do I even love to do?” When I was a little girl, the answer to that question would have been being outdoors. And from that, the natural progression became weight-lifting and nutrition, and eventually majoring in Exercise and Sport Science in college.
Eventually those became things I not only enjoyed but am passionate about because they both put me in a better position to enjoy the same things I did when I was a little girl. I had forgotten why I even wanted to be interested in weight-lifting and nutrition in the first place, and now I’m rediscovering myself and my passions. I can’t play outside anymore because I’m not a little girl, but I think how that translates into being an adult is activities like mud runs, hiking, and being outdoors in general. Doing things like warrior dashes, trail runs, camping, savage races, and tough mudders (okay tough kidder is just LONG, so maybe not that one, but you get the point!).
I’m still figuring out my purpose in life, but I think finding something you’re passionate about is one step in the right direction.
This is my first blog, so I can’t say I know exactly what I’m doing with it, but through all the insecurities I’ve been facing the past year, I hope to be a light to other women who are struggling or hurting as well.