Continuing on with Gail Blanke on our journey of self discovery, we have typecasting.
I had never really put a lot of thought into the categories that friends and family have used to describe me. These titles have been used so much, that I’ve even started referring myself the same way. Sitting down a few days ago, I put together a short list of the roles that I have fallen into; and why/how I plan to break out from them.
Not Good At Math
When I was 9 years old, I developed Epilepsy. Doctors never found out why or what triggered my seizures that day, it just happened. I got to spend a whole week at Cincinnati Children’s getting tested, before I was approved to be released.
Leading up to the epilepsy, I was a great student. Very attentive and eager to please. I was a wallflower and Teacher’s Pet, but because of that I was never in trouble and I always had my homework done. Bottom line, I was a really good student.
Something about the epilepsy affected my brain though. Math was gone, completely. I was given a 504 plan, which allowed me a calculator and extra time for my tests; but I was embarrassed by it. And at some point between my diagnosis and middle school, is when the phrase “not good at math” came into play. To this day, I still let myself fall into that category; and it’s not true. I’m definitely not amazing at math, but I am good at it. It just takes me longer than others. So I’ve decided that I’m not going to let people label me that way anymore, and that includes myself. In order to improve upon my skills, I’ve also decided to download some freebie math printables. I might be 28 years old, but there’s nothing wrong with brushing up on the basics. I am good at math.
I could not even begin to explain why anyone would want to tell their secrets to me. I am not a secret keeper. Maybe it’s the wallflower label I’ve given myself, just know that if you’ve told me a “secret”, somebody else knows. It’s not me being a horrible person, it’s me not being capable of holding everything in.
Case in point, a few years ago everyone was telling me everything going on with their lives. We’re talking family secrets here, and I’ve already told you how big the family is. It got to the point where I was on the phone with my Mom one day, and everything just came shooting out. Secrets all over the place! It was word vomit, and it caused a lot of anxiety.
So I’m squashing that title right now. If you think I’m your secret keeper, think again. From a medical standpoint it wouldn’t be wise for me to even try. So do us all a favor, and don’t tell me your secrets. I don’t want to know, I’m not a secret keeper.
I’ll gladly accept the title of Wallflower, but that’s it. Don’t put me in those other boxes please.
With that in mind our new Grand Total is 38/50
Hang in there y’all, this project is almost done and I have some other fun things headed your way super soon. Maybe even tonight!