My Two Cents: To Be Continued
How many times have I done that before?
I ran into an old friend the other day. We hadn't really seen each other since we were in high school. We stole a few minutes to reminisce about old times and we both recalled nostalgically that, in our neighborhood, when we were kids, basketball was king, and we played every chance we got.
A lot of great memories still linger on those playground courts.
Then he told me that he and some of the guys from the neighborhood were still getting together on the weekends to play ball. I was pleasantly surprised and at the same time confronted by the realization that I had gradually been giving up on playing ball. The only basketball that I had been playing was in my mind (and I was good).
As much as I loved to play, I had stopped. I think that I had slowly been subconsciously talking myself out of believing that I could still make some moves and so it didn't occur to me to remember where I put my basketball.
As my friend took me through the roster, naming the guys that were still coming to play, I was convinced that I had been missing out. I've been missing out on doing something that I love because I stopped believing that I could.
How many times have I done that before?
The very next day, I found my basketball, pumped it up with fresh air and headed for the courts to re-stake my claim. And, although I was a little bit rusty, defending, shooting and rebounding, I was back! I was breathing heavy and sweating hard and I was back!
I'm glad that I ran into that friend. It rekindled the feelings that I had once for something that I loved to do and it allowed me to prove to myself that it's never too late to pick up where you left off.
It's never too late to get back on the court and play.
That's my two cents (for whatever it's worth),
Auguste Roc
auguste@danaroc.com
