Today I read a post from Novice Journal where the question asked was:
Have you ever had to face doing something you were a complete novice at?
I couldn’t resist answering this question.
First off, when aren’t we doing something we are a complete novice at? Unless I do nothing new, I’m doing something I’ve never done before and usually feel in over my head with what I attempt to do. Here are a few examples (note most came from not wanting or not being able to afford to pay someone else to do these for me):
- Knowing my car wouldn’t pass inspection due to major rust holes I headed to the auto store, found the primer, bondo etc and headed home to figure out how to do my own body work. Wasn’t a bad job in the end and I saved plenty of money including the fact the car passed inspection.
- Figuring out how to write a blog
- Being thrifty I taught myself how to restore and refinish furniture
- Replace electrical fixtures
- Running my own business at age 19
- Learning how to program a CNC lathe
A couple of years ago, I had to face the deterioration of my disability, at the same time a family member mentioned that I should have never been allowed to live when I was born because I never amounted to any thing and so I, in a bout of depression, got out a notepad and wrote down all the things I accomplished in my life.
I still have that notepad, I keep it to remind myself that I have accomplished the things I wanted to accomplish. But there was one challenge I faced head on that at the time I didn’t think I knew how or could possibly figure out how to do.
It was 1987, I had been diagnosed with cancer, found out I was pregnant and found myself alone, without a husband/partner. I was sitting in a hospital bed staring at my newborn son, thinking about the older son who would turn 3 in a month and not knowing if I would survive to see them grow up. I was literally frozen in fear.
I knew I didn’t have much money, doctor bills would be piling up, and I needed to find a way for my boys to have a “normal” life with a mother who had a disability and serious illness, and no one around that I could count on to help.
I got through that by taking one day at a time and not focusing on the “what if’s”. It wasn’t the easiest time of my life, but I got through it and have two wonderful adult children, three grand children and am still here.
Not only have I accomplished what I set out to accomplish in my life so far, I know I need to have goals of things I still want to do, maybe some would see this as my bucket list, but I don’t see it that way. It’s not about doing these things before I die, but about staying engaged in living each day to the fullest.
Your turn how would you answer this question?