We Are the Champions
Every four years, the Olympic spirit always infuses me with
a special kind of inspiration. I inevitably end up skiing or ice-skating,
undaunted by my--ahem--very marginal talent on any slippery surface. Watching
this year's Olympics with my own progeny, I am somehow transported to my
grandmother's living room. Listening as my great-grandmother, born in 1893,
scoffed at the briefness of the ladies' costumes, we watched the 'thrill of
victory, the agony of defeat' --and some really inspiring commercials. Now, while
listening to the fatherly voice of Morgan Freeman, I reflect on victory, defeat
and "my everywhere". Not only did this month find me on the ice NOT
falling on my keester, it finds me going for my personal best. Back in school,
singing, teaching and nurturing an active, always-hungry male tween, I am at
the top of my game. I have to be. The investment thus far leaves me with only
one option: WIN! Yes, sometimes there is incredible pressure and there are of
course setbacks. But KNOWING that I'm going for a win keeps me focused and on
track. Much better than being #everywhere, I am right here, right now, in the
moment, with a path as clearly marked as the downhill run. Best part is, I know
that getting there is not half the fun, it is
the fun. So at the end of each day am thankful for my victories, wiser for my
setbacks and overjoyed to know that I don't have to wait 4 years to go for gold
all over again.
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