Oh, Emetophobia!
Oh, Emetophobia!
I will start this blog with this news: you absolutely NEED the new Showbread CD. This is NOT an option for you. Do this, or feel my wrath. You will not be sorry, the CD is so good, good enough that I would actually go see them play on the same bill as Hawk Nelson. Go check it out.
We lost last night, 2-0. We didn't play a horrible game, just a bad half. It bit us. We'll hopefully get it back tomorrow. Losing stings me. I hate it. It sticks with me for hours. I have trouble shaking it. It puts a bad taste in my mouth. I'd like to think it's because of how much I invest myself into the things I do. Maybe that's it, or maybe I just put too much pressure on myself to still be perfect. Whatever it is, I hate it.
I have stuggled with fears of losing lately, both on the field and off. Losing contact, losing influence, losing my touch, losing my abilities, losing students to the ever-cascading call of the world. The last of these is really weighing on my mind this time of year. I feel like my influence is so small compared to what else is out there for others to absorb, laugh at, take part in, and surround themselves with. Sigh.
Victories are sometimes battles, my friends, and this is not to be forgotten today. Along with that, victory takes time. Not everything is won in two 40 minute halves. Some journeys are much longer, and have more bad calls than a seasons worth of officiating west of Danville. May you trust the team of people who are fighting the battle with you, and trust the Coach who has not forgotten the game plan.
We will survive.
P.S. - Get the new Showbread CD
I will start this blog with this news: you absolutely NEED the new Showbread CD. This is NOT an option for you. Do this, or feel my wrath. You will not be sorry, the CD is so good, good enough that I would actually go see them play on the same bill as Hawk Nelson. Go check it out.
We lost last night, 2-0. We didn't play a horrible game, just a bad half. It bit us. We'll hopefully get it back tomorrow. Losing stings me. I hate it. It sticks with me for hours. I have trouble shaking it. It puts a bad taste in my mouth. I'd like to think it's because of how much I invest myself into the things I do. Maybe that's it, or maybe I just put too much pressure on myself to still be perfect. Whatever it is, I hate it.
I have stuggled with fears of losing lately, both on the field and off. Losing contact, losing influence, losing my touch, losing my abilities, losing students to the ever-cascading call of the world. The last of these is really weighing on my mind this time of year. I feel like my influence is so small compared to what else is out there for others to absorb, laugh at, take part in, and surround themselves with. Sigh.
Victories are sometimes battles, my friends, and this is not to be forgotten today. Along with that, victory takes time. Not everything is won in two 40 minute halves. Some journeys are much longer, and have more bad calls than a seasons worth of officiating west of Danville. May you trust the team of people who are fighting the battle with you, and trust the Coach who has not forgotten the game plan.
We will survive.
P.S. - Get the new Showbread CD