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“The limit is not in the sky. The limit is the mind.” ~Unknown
I was having a conversation with a friend. She was telling me how
maybe I should quit my writing and focus on something that wasn’t so
challenging for me; that I should accept my limits and work within those
boundaries. Her words made me cringe.
You see, I am dyslexic and I struggled greatly to write this story
down. I am probably going to read it twenty times and will still have
many mistakes that need editing.
My job is a daily struggle, and sometimes I break down and cry
because it takes me double the time than it would take a non-dyslexic
person. But here’s the thing, I’m not quitting, no matter how many times
I cry, no matter how many times the editor sends my story back, or how
bad I have it with dyslexia. I won’t quit.
I’ve seen a man with no legs and no arms swimming in the
ocean, Albert Einstein was dyslexic, The Beatles were told their music
sucked, and I was told I would probably fail in university.
Am I a story of success? That depends on what you think success is.
In a world limited by people’s opinions, I was fortunate enough to
have parents who pushed me beyond what I thought were the limits imposed
by my circumstances.
I was born with a heavy form of dyslexia that saw me fail over and
over again math and Spanish (my native language). Teachers preached to
my parents about how I would struggle greatly if I ever decided to go to
university.
I felt like a failure, unable to cope within this non-dyslexic world.
My parents, on the other hand, pushed me for greatness, but in my own
mind I felt I couldn’t go very far. I let my own fear of failure keep me
from going to university after high school finished.
For three years I searched for forms of making a living that didn’t
involved math or Spanish. I became a waitress, a maid, a bartender, and a
dog walker, until I realized I didn’t want to live my life with jobs
that weren’t personally fulfilling and that left me no sense of
satisfaction. I wanted to write. But how could I if I have dyslexia?
In spite of the great fear I had for my dyslexic mind, I
enrolled myself into university. Ironically I chose a career path
focused on writing. Journalism.
I pushed myself beyond what I thought were my own limits. I worked
harder than my fellow classmates, and if it took them two hours to do an
essay it would take me twelve. But I wasn’t fighting against them; I
was fighting against my own self. Pushing and working beyond the pain,
frustration, and desperation.
I spent countless sleepless nights trying to get each essay perfect
and flawless, re-writing every sentence to make it correct and still I
had flaws, mistakes, errors that made me feel like a failure.
It came as a surprise to me (but not to my parents) that I actually
managed to graduate top of my class and got a freelance writing job in
English! Which is not even my native language.
No, I’m not rich, I haven’t written a bestselling book, and I don’t
make much money. But I can tell you this: I love my job, I love writing,
I cry when I get sent back stuff, and I get very frustrated, but I keep
going beyond my limits only to discover that it is limitless on the
other side.
I keep improving with every mistake I make, and I’ve been fortunate
enough to find amazing editors that value the creativity in my writing
more than my mistakes.
Our bodies may have limits. We can only stand certain temperatures;
we can only go a limited amount of time without air. But our minds forge
their own limits. Those with limited mindsets will work within their
limits and stay within the comfort zones that allow them to feel
contentment with a sense of conformity.
But pushing our minds beyond their own limits can give us an
indescribable sense of joy by showing us how limitless we truly are. We
are what we think we are.
If you think you can’t run a marathon, you’ll never push yourself to
start training; you’ll limit your body by your minds perception.
If you think you can’t start a new career in a creative field, you’ll
overlook opportunities to strengthen your craft and potentially earn
from it.
Doing what you want to do starts with believing it’s possible, no
matter how difficult it may be. Achieving what it’s beyond our
pre-conceived limits is what strengthens not only our bodies, but also
our own minds.
Muhammad Ali didn’t become the greatest boxer of all time by
believing it was easy, but by pushing beyond the pain and frustration,
by forging a mind that saw him go beyond what he thought were his
limitations.
I can whine and quit because I have a learning disability, or I can
accept I have a disability and work around it, through it, and over it.
For many years I saw my self as a failure for having something I never
wished I had, but the moment I took responsibility for myself, my life,
and my mind, I found the courage and determination to not let it define
me.
Don’t let your mind define you. You are so much greater than what you think you are.
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