Last night while sitting in my office playing guitar, my son came in the room, little guitar in hand, tears streaming down his face. He said he isn’t anything. I looked at him puzzled. He said his sister is a crafter, his father is a coder and I’m a guitarist. We all are “things” but he isn’t.
I can’t lie. I was smiling on the inside. The fact that he called me a guitarist was wonderful. It’s a Covid hobby. I am slowly teaching myself via You Tube. I discovered I enjoy playing so I play everyday. But it feels different to be identified as a guitarist. It feels good. I digress, back to my son.
I asked him what he wanted to be. He looked at me confused. I told him he can be anything if he works towards it every day. My son nodded. He seemed to understand.
By doing something everyday, you will be it.
I found the entire conversation ironic. Just a couple months ago, I asked myself the same question. Who am I? Who did I want to be? What was I doing to get there?
Somewhat lost but somewhat found, I started reading the book Atomic Habits by James Clear. It seemed like I should understand the concepts prior to reading the book but I had no clue.
I didn’t understand I had the power to change my identity by changing my habits…
