Sunday, December 18, 2011

What did mama say?

Back in high school, MBAMama required that we children set boundaries. Not boundaries in dating, though that probably is applicable to most children who date humans rather than AP textbooks, but boundaries in time management.

What did Mama say: "Choose one activity that you can do really well and stick to it."

What did Mama mean: "Find some way to be the BEST."

In real life, this manifested itself through a series of endeavors that became a series of life lessons in which we as kids learned to overcommit ourselves in order to find out what we really loved. For me, this meant realizing that I wouldn't be an olympic swimmer any time soon. I'm sorry, Michael Phelps, but you will have to find someone else to marry. In order to pursue that dream, I spent an excess of 20 hours per week slaving away in the distance lane-God bless 'em-in order to end up with a permanently damaged shoulder. It wasn't as terrible as all that sad and grossly exaggerated description, but in some ways, I did waste my time with things that I wasn't that good at doing.

Perhaps the Doctor said it better: "Do something you love. Go to work and be at play. Find your passion. If you can do that, then it's never 'work.'"

So, here is the transformation that the EconGirl underwent:

What did I start doing in high school? Forensics, Latin Club, Fall Play, Model United Nations, Orchestra, Swimming, Crew, AP classes, and friendships on the side.

What did I end up doing in high school? Forensics, On-camera performance/production, AP classes, and friendships on the side.

Almost as naturally as spring steps back to be replaced by summer, my overcommitment became very fortunately unsustainable. I figured out that I didn't want to do it all. I couldn't do it all. I learned that in many of these activities, I hadn't really liked what I was doing, and I didn't miss it when I stopped. I learned not to be afraid of the less resume-worthy activities. I learned to play.

Even as a college junior, I'm still working on figuring out what MBAMama really meant sometimes, but I caught on fast with this one.

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