The woman giving me a massage stopped immediately and said “Your foot.” Halfway sleep, I could hear her and responded “I’m sorry?” She continued to say “The shape of your foot. Do you play sports?” I had to break it to her that I haven’t been involved in sports teams since grade school. “Your foot,” she said “looks like my sons. He plays soccer.” Curious, I went on. “Do you think I missed out on an opportunity?” She laughed, and so did I. But it was kind of a serious question.
It made me wonder. How often do we ignore who and what we’re naturally designed to be? What if, let’s say, we haven’t noticed the thing that makes us unique. Or, we have looked at it as flaw or adversity. This of course suggests that what makes you unique, makes you successful. Do you think that if I noticed my foot was made for soccer, that, maybe, I could’ve been a star player? Or at least made it to the draft. Or went to some college on full scholarship. Could I have been the Lebron of my generation? We’ll never know.
Why am I just now running into this therapist who is clearly a saint. Sure, not every 7-footer wants to be in the NBA. But isn’t it worth exploring, considering it’s a natural, unique, gift? That we spend so much time trying to gain, and spend so little time trying to hone.
I wonder just how much legacy you and I leave on the table by excusing ourselves from our natural gifts.
What if we made do with what we’ve got?