Ok, So No to the Olympics

So okay, I guess upon further consideration I do not want to be an Olympic athlete.  My loving friends and family have reminded me that I really don't want to sacrifice my entire life for any one thing like those kind of athletes have to, and as Victoria pointed out, I don't really want to have peaked in my career already.  I mean, think of all of the parts of one's childhood you have to miss to be an Olympic athlete?!  I heard this story about an Australian skiier who lives and trains in Utah.  She is getting married this year but her parents couldn't afford to go to both the Olympics and her wedding because the airfare was too much, so they were missing seeing her in the Olympics.  How heartbreaking is that?! "Honey we love you but you have to choose one or the other?  Do you want us to be there for the biggest moment in your personal life or the biggest moment in your professional life?"  That would suck.  Turns out her Brother, who is her trainer, smuggled her parents into the Olympics as a suprise, so they got to go to both events, but still.  I don't want to have to give up things like having my parents at my wedding or having my parents at the Olympics.

But I do still contend that having the sort of clarity about your life's direction that those sort of lifetime athletes have would be nice.  I mean, imagine, if you woke up and could do exactly what you wanted and were good at it.  If you knew in your core what you were good at, what you should be doing with your life, and you could just go and pursue that without any fear or doubt or anxiety about whether or not you were "doing the right thing."  Wouldn't that sort of certainty be freeing? My Brother and I got into a long discussion about the book "The Giver" when I made a comment that it sure would be nice if there was one wise old sage you could go to who could divine what your highest and best use was, because then you wouldn't have to flounder in the sea of uncertainty.  This lead to a long discussion about whether or not there is anybody who really wants to clean toilets - maybe that's what they are best at, but would they like to do it?  Sigh.  I told him "The Giver" might tell him he is best at arguing . . . but he may be right. 

Maybe this is terribly anti-feminine of me but I think I'd like that kind of rescuing.  I mean, wouldn't it be nice to have someone come in and fix things with their magic fairy wand (or whatever) for you?  A knight in shinning armor or something of that sort?  A wonderful Disney-esque character who would swoop into my life, brush me off, straighten me up, maybe fix up my wardrobe in a "What Not to Wear" fashion, and plop me down into the right career?  Funny thing is, I don't really worry too much about the house, kids, cars, pets, etc. etc.  I can be all independent woman and manage that part of my life.  I don't need the fairy God-person to help me with that.  Just the job.  Just the confirmation of my direction and purpose in life.  That's where I feel like my life is out of whack and I am not sure I know how to get where I want to be without the aide of fairy dust.  I know I have so many talents and skills and I feel like I am squandering them a bit at the moment.  But I don't totally know what/where said fairy God-person would drop me off . . .

So I am not being very helpful - like a petulent child I can tell you a bunch of things I don't like but not what I do like.  Helpful.  Anyway, rest assured, on the list of what I don't want to be when I grow up, you can add Olympic athlete.  Also janitor.  Pretty sure that's not for me either . . . .

Anyone know any fairy God-people?

Namaste,
~Clare