I had to read this book called Finding Flow for my religion and psychology class, and the author, Mihaly Csikszenthihalyi is talking about how our experiences define who we are. He wrote about how Mozart was a musical genius, but if his father hadn’t forced him to practice piano “as soon as he was out of diapers,” he may have never become who he was meant to be. That made me think about all of the things that I didn’t try that maybe I could’ve been great at. I quit ballet when I was in the first grade. I never really played sports. I took a drawing class when I was younger, but then my teacher had a stroke, and that was the end of any possible future I had in drawing. I stuck to singing for a while, but even that path has come to a stand-still. Even so, I don’t agree with Dr. C. I am not defined by what I do or don’t do. Jesus died on the cross for what I did, will do, or have never done and will never be able to do. I’m glad that I’m defined by Him and not by anything else.
“For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. -Colossians 3:3”