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Taking On Obstacles: Learning To Be Positive

I’m not good at letting things go. For instance, today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo was to write a poem using a memory as the inspiration. I used a memory from when I was at primary school and the worst day of the year rolled around again. Sports Day.

Now I’m still not massively into fitness and I don’t think I ever will be. However, since primary school I have learnt where my strengths lie. I am good at long distances and surprisingly, I wasn’t too shabby at the high jump. Neither of these events were available in my primary school and instead I was forced to come last in pretty much every race and spend the first part of my childhood convinced that sport wasn’t for me. The worst event was probably the relay. I was so far behind that the teacher literally had me skip the last two challenges and run to the end instead because everyone had finished already. This was the memory I based my poem on for today’s NaPoWriMo.

Sports Day made me feel bad about myself. It highlighted my failings. The things I
couldn’t do. It took me a long while to realise that there were sports I could do, I just hadn’t found them yet. For the last couple of years I have run the 10k Race For Life at Tatton Park and set pretty respectable times. I love playing tennis when I get the chance, I enjoy swimming and doing pilates is a new hobby I’ve found a great enjoyment in. Sports has been something I had to weave my way through to find the aspects that I could achieve something in

The discovery challenge over at the Daily Post is talking about obstacles. Those things that get in your way and trip you up. The relay race was all about obstacles and while each task was manageable on its own, I couldn’t finish them at the same speed as everyone else. Two hundred children and their parents watched me fail and that has haunted me until this very day. So I suppose, the real obstacle I face every day, is my own doubts and worries.

Those of you who read the weekly link up ‘If We Were Having Coffee‘ might have seen some of my posts for the event. It’s hosted my the lovely Diana at PartTimeMonster.com. I try to make each one as positive and motivating as I can. This is because I know how often I focus on what I fail to achieve. What obstacles I fail to beat. I spend so much time looking at how I’m not where I want to be that I don’t think about how I’ve been taking steps to get myself closer to that goal. This is where ‘If We Were Having Coffee’ has really helped me to beat my own self imposed obstacles.

I have learnt that obstacles are best taken one at a time and that just because I don’t get over them the quickest, doesn’t meant that achievement means any less to me. If you take one thing away from this post, let it be that your achievements should never feel less than anyone else’s. If they mean something to you that’s what matters. We’re all different and it’s about tackling the obstacles and getting over them. Not about who gets to the finish line first.

Who knows, you might turn a slightly traumatic childhood memory into a positive blog post.

 

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

9 Comments

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  2. I’m a go at my own pace gal. I’ve never looked to see what someone else was doing, and comparing myself to them. I am who I am period. I have talents, and I have challenges. That’s the case, that’s the story. I feel blessed to be able to “do over” things that I may need to improve on. However, if I see that it’s not for me to be able to accomplish something, I quickly move on to something I am capable of doing.

    What I love about your post is that you have learned from your experiences. Although it sounds like you may still be experiencing some minor frustrations with the past, I admire your bravery. You are courageous enough to keep whacking away at your emotions about the past, and blogging seems to be giving you new and fresh opportunities to get better at your foibles in different ways. My beloved Mother always said: “There’s more than one way to skin a catfish.”

    Two key words to put on your chain: Option. Perspective.

  3. Charlotte Elisha says

    I love this. I find it so relatable. Sports days for me were pretty traumatic- I would be forced into doing the 1500 metres. I hated it. Sports in my school was associated with popular and cool people. Two things I was not.

    Since then I’ve done everything in my power to avoid sports of any kind. I just manage my yoga workouts and walking nowadays. I keep my options open and think of sports from a personal viewpoint now. I will never be watched running again.

    • See I was okay at the 1500, a lot better than the medley or the shorter distances at least. I find it such a shame that I had this negative point of view attached to sport because of these events from primary school and it took me up until university to find that there were bits I could enjoy.

      • Charlotte Elisha says

        I completely agree. University was definitely a turning point for me also. I can happily participate in a yoga practise; enjoy it and feel great!

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