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Discover Your Wings
By E. Danyell Wallet
Have you ever thought to yourself: There is so much more that I want to do, see, or feel
or (insert blank here)? I have! Most of us have. The fact is, there are many of us (myself
included) still waiting for a big neon sign screaming out to us, "THIS IS YOUR MOMENT!"
Having been an earthling for most of my life (I mean, aren't women supposed to be from Venus
or something?), I can tell you from experience that nothing short of a pit bull--or worse, a
chihuahua--has given me any physical indication that I need to move --and quickly--outside of
my intended direction. So, what gives me the right to tell you, dear reader, what to do? What
degree in psychology, sociology, or theology do I hold to point you in the right direction without
fail? Hello!!! I don't. But here's the thing: I never said I did. If you look at the title of my love
letter to you today, you'll see that it says, 'Discover Your Wings,' not "Let Me Peg you for who
you are and make you be the best person you can be---" WOOH!!! Breathe.
If you read the "about me," which is short so you should, I say that I'm a "professional
career tester." It's true!! Check my multiple resumes! What does that say about me? It says
I've tried many things, and enjoyed it for a while and have always missed out on something.
You know. That something. The thing that makes you wake up in glittery bliss, with a big dopey
smile on your sleep-filled face. That magic job--whoa, I mean career--that makes you brag to
your friends about how good God is and how blessed you are. Not the one that you, a few
months later, curse and wish that you were getting paid better for; No, the elusive
job--career--of your dreams. That one. Do you know, though, that I was always in self-doubt?
That means that if the "dream job" did come along, I was too busy giving myself black eyes to
see it.
What changed? I met an amazing man who believed in me and told me I had talent.
Don't get me wrong, though. I didn't believe him--not really. It just felt good to hear it from
someone other than my sister and teachers from high school. Well, I was sitting on the couch
evaluating and re-evaluating my life as I tend to do when I'm not getting any responses to the
many applications (and resumes) that I send online, when the thought that I had talent
resurfaced in my brain. Talent, I thought incredulously. When you work many entry-level
positions in many different industries, you either: believe that you know it all, or that you don't
have the "glitter and shine" factor to get you up the ladder. "Would you like a coffee with that,
sir?" Now, I'm not saying that we shouldn't pay our dues--I'm saying that when you're 35 years
old (like some of us whose names I won't mention), you want to have your proverbial "act
together."
So, back to the couch. I didn't know what talent I had. Sheesh!! I didn't even know if
there was a real one that could bring me the satisfaction that my soul desired. Talk about
dependency, huh? What did I do? I typed into, wait for it: Google, and I looked up "how to
know what talent you have?" Is that pathetic? Maybe. Here's the micro-story on that, though: I
didn't grow up in a loving home where I was praised to success--I learned that in Mary Kay
meetings. So, there I was on the couch, all "Googled up" with resources at my fingertips. This
is what came up:
"Just ask. Ask everyone you know that will give you an honest assessment about what they
think your talents are. Ask them to ignore your bad habits and have them share the one or two
Discover Your Wings
By E. Danyell Wallet
things that they think you are hands down most t alented at. Ask a lot of people who know you,
but always ask them one-on-one.Apr 20, 2011"
Discover YOU
So I clicked on it. I read it, I hung my head in my hands and--yes--I cried. Why was this
so simple and yet so hard? What is the moral of the story, Chicken Little? It is this: Your sky is
falling. It's imploding while you are stuck, thinking that you are nobody, or somebody with a little
bit of nothing to get you through to the next round of your alarm going off in the morning. Well
hear this, friend: you are fearfully and wonderfully made.
IF THE COW COULD JUMP OVER THE MOON, SO CAN YOU!
Discover your wings and sore.