Hi N2B —
I listened to an interesting interview on the radio the other day. It was with a professional footballer — proper football, that is, soccer
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She's reached the top of her game in the UK, and because there was no further path, emigrated to the US where there's more support for the female game. There she hit the wall. She got a place on a team, but failed to score, and then her game went into decline. Try as she might, she could not get on top of the situation, and as the season went on, things only got worse.
Eventually she had a long talk with her coach. "Why ever did you get into soccer in the first place?" was the question. She talked about her initial inspiration, the sheer joy of just kicking a ball around. "That's where you need to get back to," the coach told her. "Try and reconnect to what it was that you enjoyed so much about just playing football. Forget about scoring, the team, the league, the championship. Just play football because you love it."
Simple answer to a complex question, but she tried it, succeeded, and turned her game around. She ended the season being the highest goal-scorer in the league. She'd found her mojo.
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I'm not a psychologist, or rather worse, I'm an opinionated amateur. It seems to me that tackling the problem 'head on' can sometimes do little but exacerbate the problem. Sometimes we unintentionally feed the problem, amplify the causes.
When I practiced martial arts, I used to go up for dan gradings. I have photos of me waiting my turn, I look dreadful! My dan examinations were worse than school exams, worse than my driving test. And why? It was not a career-deciding moment. Nothing depended on it, so why all the stress? because it mattered to me. I wanted it. So I fouled it up and didn't make the grade. Same solution. Why did I do MA? because I enjoyed it. Well get out there and show them you enjoy it. I did. I passed.
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So my question: You say 'I'm not religious', so I might hazard a guess and say religion is not the answer. "but I've seem to have lost all faith," — faith in what? "I force myself through ever day thinking where have all of my dreams gone? they seem to have faded away over the years & not sure what to do"
Step One: Recall your dreams. Name them. Think about them.
Step Two: Be reasonable. Was one of them to walk on the moon? dare I suggest a tad unrealistic?
I'm 65. My answer to most 'why don't you' questions is to reply, "What, with these knees?"
I don't think our dreams ever 'go', I think they get buried under all the day-to-day crap. They're still there ... we just have to dig them out, dust them off.
Salesmen tell us it's ten times easier to sell more to an existing client than find a new one. I reckon our dreams are ten times more viable than finding something new to believe in. They might need a bit of TLC and a bump-start.
There ... that's my 50p's worth from the psychologist's chair.