There are piles of books about him.
I don’t know much about the guy. Or his books. But a witty 15 year-old I know does.
The conversation resembles the following:
“I don’t like Voldemort.”
“Because he wants to kill Harry.”
“Because he’s Harry Potter.”
“Because he’s Harry Potter.”
“But what did he do to incite Voldemort?”
"Then why would Voldemort want to kill him?”
“Because he’s Harry Potter.”
“I don’t think it is on Harry though. There has to be something else that is creating this need for Voldemort to kill Harry.”
Voldemort is a bad guy that is looking to rein darkness over all.
Turns out, Harry is the only one that can defeat Voldemort.
“Why can’t anyone else defeat Voldemort?”
“They don’t have the power.”
“How did Harry get the power?”
“Harry was a regular kid, no different than anyone else, without any power over Voldemort? And then was given power to kill Voldemort, from Voldemort?”
Turns out, there was a prophecy. One child born of certain circumstances could kill Voldemort.
Two children met this criteria, actually. Harry Potter and another.
Voldemort was scared by this news (understandably so) and chose to target Harry instead of the other (seemingly at random).
He tried to kill Harry.
And his plan backfired.
And ended up giving Harry the power to kill Voldemort (a spell backfired and created this power for Harry- essentially).
Voldemort was so scared of the prophecy foretelling his death. He gave great power to that story.
So much so, that he believed the fable foretelling the demise of his rein of darkness and death, and essentially manifested it into reality.
Harry didn’t start out with any power over Voldemort.
He was just some kid.
Voldemort’s beliefs in his own insecurities and feelings of threat created Harry’s power.
Power to defeat Voldemort.
Voldemort ultimately gave Harry the power to defeat Voldemort.
Voldemort defeated Voldemort.
He defeated himself.
Often, whatever we are scared of has associations with our insecurities, anxieties, or fear.
Darkness in and of itself, is not a threat.
Thunderstorms can contain heavy rains, wind, thunder, and lightning.
Generally, thunderstorms are not a threat.
At a certain distance above the ground, heights become scary.
We give these things power over us via our fears and insecurities.
And they become threatening.
As threatening as we allow.
If we are unnerved, heading down to the basement, at night, sans lights can become scary.
Unsettled, an evening with thunderstorms and high winds can incite fear.
Heights just suck. Always. One step and down I go. To my death. Pure terror during that free-fall. And then I’m a dead pancake.
We create much of our insecurities and anxieties.
We create the threats against us.
We create the obstacles that stifle us.
Starting a new business can be scary.
I gave that concept such power that not only was it scary, but it was so scary that I didn’t try.
The fear fed into my insecurities that I believed I had nothing to offer.
‘Who am I?’ swirled in my head.
Self-doubt ran rampant.
Self-doubt and ‘who am I’ were my ‘Harry Potters’.
(Business, writing, running, work in the clinic, family, friends- I’ve created many barriers to stifle myself in many areas of life.)
We can do things and still be scared.
Turns out, I was in control of the self-doubt, fear, and insecurities.
I was in my own way.
Just as Voldemort was.
We get in our own way.
As a great friend of mine would often tell me,
“Get out of your own way.”
(JK Rowling is a genius. I still haven’t read her work, but the literary discussions at the kitchen island regarding her novels are amazing.
She has such insight into the human condition found within her pages.
And she was persistent and found ways to live beyond her doubts and insecurities.
Her Harry Potter pitch was rejected 12 times.)
by: Dr Adam Fujita DPT
When I started out in my career, I wanted to become a pillar of a community.
The ‘go-to’ physical therapist. I would study, train, and improve my clinical practice to become the clinical expert.
Patients would seek me out for my clinical skills to resolve injury, avoid surgery, and return to life; pain-free.
Clinicians would attend seminars I created to learn and do what I did.
As my racing career was heading into the ultra-marathon distances, I also wanted to become the community running expert. Runners would want to learn how to run- from a runner with clinical expertise and ultra-distance experience.
So that’s what I went for. Nearly right away.
It wasn’t too long before I was leading my first runner’s clinic with 20-30 runners in attendance.
It was about at that same time I realized I didn’t actually know anything. As in, nearly nothing.
It was about at that same time that I also realized that I was struggling with teaching it. I guess it would make sense that one would struggle teaching when one doesn't possess much content.
And that was a night to celebrate with some humble pie.
Around that same time, my treatment room was a high-pressure environment. For me.
I needed to get patients better, and fast.
I had it in my head for patients plans of care to last 4-6 visits.
Pain free in 4-6 visits.
And when one or two patients came in no better or worse in a day, I would be wrecked.
Even if the rest of my patient load was improving, one patient could wreck my day.
And not just the work day. The whole day.
And I also expected myself to have the skillset of a 5-10-year clinician , but was barely one year in to my career.
I was gutted when a patient would request the senior PT over me. Or when I had to ask the senior PT to co-treat on a complex case.
I was working in this high-pressure situation. Every day. Week in and week out.
At that time, I worked 4 10-hour days. That first ‘weekend’ day turned into a work hangover recovery day. I was dragging.
I also thought if I sacrificed early on, work harder than expected, more hours than expected, did all of the after hours marketing and events that I could- it would pay off with promotions, salary increase, bonuses, a leadership role, and the like.
That’s how I would ‘make it’.
Top of the game.
I was also wrong.
Young ambition without the experience or the substance.
Stress, exhaustion, failure ensued.
Did I mention communication breakdowns with my boss?
Something needed to change.
Humility and patience set the table for me to dive into studying, training, and improving my skillset and clinical reasoning.
Over time, I became more proficient. The quality of my care was improving.
I felt like I was busting my butt for patients. Working so hard to improve their health. I found myself caring about how they were doing- to the point where my health depended on their health.
If they were improving, I was doing well. If one patient was struggling, I was struggling.
Interaction with my boss was still up and down. I was very much seeking his approval. I needed to grow further in his business.
I was working hard.
Long hours with marketing events.
Not using my PTO to show my commitment level.
I was moving on to my 3rd ultra-marathon: My first attempt at a 100-mile trail run. I was fixated on that distance. I spent a year and a half highly concentrated on training for that race. So concentrated on that finish line, I wasn’t able to see the poor training decisions I was making. I ran myself into the ground to the point of not being able to walk, or finish that race.
With all of that,
I was a much better clinician, I could run far (but not yet 100 miles), I was a better teacher in the treatment room and in community events, and I was still pushing longer hours and hard work to prove my worth at the clinic.
And I was still fatigued, stressed, and trying to prove my worth and proficiency.
I was fighting through a situation that didn’t have to be that way.
Something had to change.
I found myself exploring concepts concerning consciousness, communication, astrophysics, flow, true self, ego, marketing, the Enneagram, triple bottom line, a nihilist philosopher, biblical texts, barons of the industrial revolution, leadership, ultra-marathon athletes, Babylonian origin stories, music, the human breath, and golf.
Over this two-ish year period, I was exploring concepts and insights that were allowing me to see light; beyond the stressful pressure and convention I was working in.
No longer was my well-being dependent on my patients.
I was finding my joy in the consistent giving of my skillset and clinical reasoning to the patient’s care.
My joy was in that giving with integrity, not their outcomes.
No longer was I concerned with filling a room with runners to hear me speak.
My joy was found in sharing what I have learned and come to know through clinical practice and training trials and errors, so that they may find better successes with their training and races and beyond.
I found meditation, connection with nature, and freedom in movement through my training seasons; and less with the pursuit of a specific finish line.
And I was learning a great deal about communication, convention, and career that I was letting go of the burden, proving my worth, or striving to be the best.
I was freeing from the burnout and stress.
I was reclaiming my joy and light.
And about 4-5 years later brings you to this website.
I have continued to learn, grow, and share what I have found.
Many other successes and failures during that time that have yet to be mentioned.
Many more stories since that time to also share.
Soon to come-
Whether it is through my blog, podcast, or consulting, I will share with you my observations and insights on the human condition so that you may reconnect with your true essence and be a gift to yourself and others.
8 Years of clinical experience in the physical therapy environment.