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HISTORY OF HINGING THAT PIVOT
How This Came To Be
I am fortunate to have encountered many exceptional human beings in my lifetime, and a substantial portion of these people continue to push the boundaries of their full potential, inspiring me to do the same. I am not afraid to say I have repeatedly failed to grasp my personal truth & abilities, which propels me into a mission to no longer sell myself as less than what I am can undertake & accomplish.
Part of this inspiration arises from, as much as I do not want to admit, social media. “Stalking” is a strong word, so I’ll stick with “monitoring” my friends and family members who have graced my life, as well as former teammates I've had the distinct honor to have played with, and athletes I’ve had the privilege to coach. I’m witnessing their growth, their pivots, their desire to continue to better themselves, in all facets of living, including, but not limited to physical/mental/emotional/spiritual levels. They have connected to an “It”, and I realized we all have an “It”, and sometimes “It” is clamoring for us to get out of the way.
Do I adhere to how each have achieved these gains? Nope. And that’s the key. What may have worked for the first 15 athletes in the MSU soccer program sure-as-shit did NOT work for the last 15. One of my tenets while coaching, and I continue to repeat with my patients, is we have goals we want and/or need to achieve, but NO ONE, not even identical twins, will achieve those goals in the same way, with the same tools, with the same experiences. Thus, a premise of Pivot with Miskec: allow the variation and the validation that your journey is true, is directed well, and is ongoing, but dammit! It is ONLY YOUR journey.
The “It” is not an easily definable term. Regardless, the “it” is tangible when properly discovered. Together, we’ll undertake personal anthropological digs and see what we can uncover and recreate in a more hospitable environment.
The following sentiment will be repeated ad nauseum: we will attempt to find the YES, the means, the drive forward for you, for us.
Our Path Going Forth
Be Ready For
I will not be a Pollyanna in rose-colored blinders. I will be honest, I will be direct, I will not be afraid to speak with truths (and swear words) that are backed by research and metanalyses of MANY studies. I will not cease in breaking down previous research to establish a new vision. I will do my best to eradicate the desire to “doom scroll”, allowing a search engine query that is driven by algorithms to increase fear or confirmation bias, keeping us from reaching for better, instead of allowing others with nefarious agendas to strangle our passions in life.
Key #1:
We’ll be working on hinging our pivots in life, unhitching what you do from who you are
Key #2:
​Just because you “can” doesn’t mean you “should”, and just because you “haven’t”, doesn’t mean you “can’t”
Key #3:
People shouldn’t be able to easily recall how you started if you end well.
Key #4:
What senses do we have at our disposal, for many times, we do not fully realize their presence until we lose them?
Key #5:
The work will sometimes flow, sometimes stall, sometimes be grueling, sometimes be immediately rewarding. But it will always be work
Key #6:
Together, we’ll take glances behind us, seeing from where we’ve traveled, remembering there is nothing there now that would be the same as when we initially passed through
Key #7:
Developing our personal Emergency Emotional Systems (EES), a warning, a preparatory “horn blowing” to keep us prepared, keeping our plans revisable & appropriate. Micro-hits, micro-injuries to the body, the brain, the emotions, just like the micro-tears of muscles and connective tissue which precede growth, increase resiliency & future appropriate responses to bigger, more serious emotional traumas
Key #8:
We will work to avoid Virginia Woolf-ing ourselves. How many rocks have we placed in our pockets, from random encounters, from strangers who do not matter, from family members who pawned them off on us? How weighted down are we, drowning not in a rushing river but in a shallow grave of slowly collapsing dirt from atop and the rocks in our pockets not allowing us to climb out?
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