My gift is me
When I was little, I was told that if I fail at something, it's ok; I'm just not ready yet. You know, like learning to tie your shoelaces. You think it's too hard but then, one day it happens -- like magic! You just need to keep trying!
I needed to discover for myself. I had no idea. I’d ask my friends and they had no idea either. I’d ask teenagers, ‘do you know what you want to be?’ Many told me no, or said ‘not sure,’ that they just go with the flow. Others said they knew what they wanted to be, but were told to do something else — like, be a scientist – when they really wanted to be an artist. I said ‘you’re so lucky that you know’. Some said it would come to me.
‘Billie, you just have to find what wags your tail, what makes you happy.’
As I was growing up, I knew I was special because Mum told me I was. Mum said we’re all special, that every person is here for a reason and each one of us can — in our own way — discover why. She’d say:
‘Billie, you’re a gift to us and the world. You’re no accident. You’re meant to be here. Keep looking and you’ll find your purpose, the reason why you’re here.’
So, I kept thinking, what makes me happy? What do I love to do? I love to run and exercise. It truly makes me feel terrific, helps me solve problems and think clearly. Exercise gives me courage and makes me feel calm. I can do it by myself, or have fun doing it with friends. Exercise is something we are all meant to do every day.
Some of my friends have health issues and are not as lucky as me. I spend time with them, telling them stories, hanging out, and discovering things. It’s kind of like exercising your mind through talking.
Solving problems together is special. My friends and I often see things differently but in the end, it always helps to share, talk to someone, overcome a fear or a problem together. I like to encourage those too shy to join in, to have a go, and not be scared of failing.