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Mindset

/mīn(d)set/
noun
1. an attitude, disposition, or mood.
2. an intention or inclination.
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Mindset holds a crucial key to success.
Everyone has heard it.
We’re all a bit tired of hearing it…probably.
Heading out for a 7 mile run on Sunday, not exactly looking forward to it, everything seemed to go south.
My last attempt at 7 miles failed miserably two weekends prior so I knew a difficult few hours awaited me.
Plus record-breaking heat had moved in…I do not enjoy record-breaking heat.
Plus my brand new cordless (and very expensive) headphones wouldn’t connect.
7 miserable miles in record-breaking heat with no music.
Oh, joy.
My husband had already left on his bike after he altered his plans to drive me out to Sanibel so I had no choice.
I took off running. I figured if nothing else, I’d run until I had “cooled down” (figurative, certainly not literal) a bit.
Sanibel’s population is approximately 7,000.  In February, on a Sunday, approximately 13,000 people come over…for the day.
Yup…that’s according to the statistics, and having seen it with my own eyes, I am inclined to believe it.
So, I ran with the 13,000 people coming over to the island for the day.
Needless to say, my mindset (remember that we were talking about mindset?) wasn’t really that great.
It took about a mile for the “cooling off” to take hold. Runners know this adrenaline high. We kind of love it.
Suddenly:
the lack of music didn’t matter. I heard the osprey calls, the constant “on your left” from the tourist cyclists, the “good morning!” from everyone, and the very frequent, “I LOVE YOUR SOCKS!!” from just about everyone. (A necessity, certainly not a fashion choice, but I seemed to entertain everyone.)
I wouldn’t have heard any of that with my music on.
Thankfully:
the crowds offered me protection. The hidden areas where I worry when I run in the summer – because what woman runner doesn’t worry throughout her ENTIRE run?? – instead flooded me with the company of those 13,000 visitors. People surrounded me like running with a team of friends.
Surprisingly:
the 7 miles turned into 8!!! No songs to assist and soldier me on, the sounds of nature, my feet rhythmically hitting the pavement, the variety of music I got to hear from every car stuck in traffic along Periwinkle Way, offered endless entertainment to get me to my goal and beyond.
Mindset affects everything.
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“People with a growth mindset believe that they can improve with effort. They outperform those with a fixed mindset, even when they have a lower IQ, because they embrace challenges, treating them as opportunities to learn something new.”
Travis Bradberry
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A planned, somewhat last-minute, get together on the town green to make snowmen, kits of snowmen accessories optional. Snowball fights, snow angels, black-buttoned-snowmen, laughs and giggles spread across the square, as if staged and choreographed by Hollywood’s best directors.

In the background, underneath it all, lay one death of a 5-year-old to cancer and one father at the onset of a diagnosis and treatment.

Can corn-cob pipes and buttoned-noses fill the holes of broken hearts? The shaping and molding of snow torsos heal the broken bodies? The squeals and giggles from running friends, in newlY fallen snow evoke enough happiness to cure the unimaginable pain?

Or is every happy scene like this…just one moment away from the unbearable pain that life brings? One person in the crowd emerging from the depths of suffering loss, but the rest too ignorant to know? Are we selfish to bask in our ignorance, relishing the innocence that surrounds us…protects us? Knowing that at any moment life will lacerate through the happy scene, leveling the playing field of snow?

Bask, my friends. Lie fully exposed to all of life’s warmth and love. These fleeting things deserve more than the cursory view. STOP ~ throw snowballs with children and friends. Build a village of snow people, adorned with accessory kits of pipes, buttons, scarves, and hats, to stand guard on the town green; to stand guard against anguish; to protect the innocence of childhood for us all.

Wendy Fiore, 2013

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