It’s Never Too Late To Be A Genius. Don’t Forget – You Were One Once!

Einstein was told he was stupid.

Yours truly was stupid – for the better part of 55 years.

Not because anyone called me stupid – other than a little demon in that fatty-acid clump between my temples.

It all started with my mistaken interpretation of a standard IQ test taken somewhere along my high school journey – I don’t remember when exactly.  Somehow I interpreted – or was told by someone – that my score was substantially below average. In other words, I was kinda stupid.

And a little demon was birthed.

That’s not a good thing when the hormones are raging as an adolescent. It’s just not a great combination.

It leads to a “personality.”

Sure, we all have a personality. As life coach Steve Chandler reminds us, we fundamentally stay what we became in junior high school. Then we operate out of that personality, play the life game, and forget we were once geniuses.

Do you remember when you weren’t a personality? When you were in your genius years. When you enthusiastically, unabashedly tapped into that thing called “creation.” Even at my age, I remember spending whole days as a child – sometimes alone, usually with others my age – making stuff up, acting things out. Maybe it was made up games on a vacant lot with an old abandoned shed; or a new mound of dirt at a construction site, or a house of blankets and sheets stretched across furniture, or trying to build a tree house – or just turning whatever you could get your hands on into something.

Kinda like this – when my 7- and 8-year old grandsons get together and tap “nana’s” toy bin or my 10-year old granddaughter decides to go into premature domesticity in a box house. Read Full Article.