My husband Miles is an amazing athlete. He has God given talent as a runner. Even when he takes months off from physical activity, he can go for a run and still glide along at a clip that is impressive to those of us that don't have this natural talent.
He is also the most humble of men you would meet. I saw him win a race once and someone asked how he did. He replied, "I ran hard and felt pretty good about it"...never even mentioning that he was in fact numero uno.
When we first started dating (oh say 18ish years ago) he was just wrapping up his fourth state championship title and we had a conversation that I clearly remember. He told me that he could do anything he set his mind to...I mean anything. And then he proceeded to tell me all the things he could do if he just wanted to. Sure he admitted they wouldn't be easy, but he could do it...merely if he wanted to.
What? Me being the supportive girlfriend that I was told him exactly what I thought...that he was dead wrong. I told him that he was crazy. I didn't believe him at all. I argued with him enough that I think I actually made him start to question it too.
Isn't that sad? Where did I get that notion? My own childhood disappointments? My own insecurity ? I don't know. But the fact that I could actually take something he believed so profoundly and make him question it.
I was the one who was wrong.
Somewhere Miles was taught something amazing and I took a little piece of that from him at the time. My disbelief chipped away at his belief.
Don't let anyone do that to you. You can do ANYTHING you set your mind to. Anything. You just have to believe you can. And then you have to guard that belief and don't anyone take it away from you. Don't let small minds convince you that your dreams are too big.