I played soccer when I was young. Seven I think. I was in a defensive position back by the goal... Is that called a full back? I have no idea. I believe I was in this position because of my exercise induced asthma... This position had the least amount of running, so this is where I was stationed.
I have very few memories of my time in soccer. I do remember this is when I was introduced to the
"suicide"... a dreamy concoction of all flavors of soda from the concession stand. (It only tastes better if you're a kid.) but this isn't the memory I wanted to share. The memory I do wish to share was from the only game I remember.
I didn't get much "glory" by being on defense... But one day, I thought, "it's my turn!" At some random point in the game, I found myself with the ball. This would be my moment! Seize the day!!! So, I started dribbling the ball and advancing down field. I drove it all the way down the field, dodging opponents left and right! No one would steal my thunder! Was I worried about an asthma attack? Oh no! I had my eyes set on glory!
I drove that ball, zigging and zagging through all sorts of defenders! I couldn't be stopped! This was my moment. I was going to be a hero! I felt exhilarated as I drove that ball all the way down to the opponents goal!! However, when I got there... I froze! I didn't know what to do! I paused and looked around... I don't even think that I made an attempt at the goal. I may have passed it off. What. A. Failure! I moped my way back to my defensive position... And I never attempted another offensive move again.
Does this continue to happen in our adult lives? We finally decide to make a bold action, but even in the face of initial successes we start feeling afraid... we feel like life is out of our controlling grasp... and we end up just ducking out of the way and quitting. Trying to save face and hope nobody even noticed that we took the chance in the first place? Do we give up on ever trying to be bold again... and instead assume we are better off if we live a life that is safe and boring? I think I'm still living this way sometimes.
Today, will I kick the ball toward the goal? Or will I hang out on the defense hoping the ball never comes my way?
David
I have very few memories of my time in soccer. I do remember this is when I was introduced to the
"suicide"... a dreamy concoction of all flavors of soda from the concession stand. (It only tastes better if you're a kid.) but this isn't the memory I wanted to share. The memory I do wish to share was from the only game I remember.
I didn't get much "glory" by being on defense... But one day, I thought, "it's my turn!" At some random point in the game, I found myself with the ball. This would be my moment! Seize the day!!! So, I started dribbling the ball and advancing down field. I drove it all the way down the field, dodging opponents left and right! No one would steal my thunder! Was I worried about an asthma attack? Oh no! I had my eyes set on glory!
I drove that ball, zigging and zagging through all sorts of defenders! I couldn't be stopped! This was my moment. I was going to be a hero! I felt exhilarated as I drove that ball all the way down to the opponents goal!! However, when I got there... I froze! I didn't know what to do! I paused and looked around... I don't even think that I made an attempt at the goal. I may have passed it off. What. A. Failure! I moped my way back to my defensive position... And I never attempted another offensive move again.
Does this continue to happen in our adult lives? We finally decide to make a bold action, but even in the face of initial successes we start feeling afraid... we feel like life is out of our controlling grasp... and we end up just ducking out of the way and quitting. Trying to save face and hope nobody even noticed that we took the chance in the first place? Do we give up on ever trying to be bold again... and instead assume we are better off if we live a life that is safe and boring? I think I'm still living this way sometimes.
Today, will I kick the ball toward the goal? Or will I hang out on the defense hoping the ball never comes my way?
David
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