Keeping Pace

Keeping Pace

Archives for February 25, 2010

Basketball and Chickens

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I found myself on the wrong side of enemy lines with a mother from YaYa’s team. Unable to capture a good picture of the game, I turned my camera to the scoreboard for the daily photo. My action lead to a discussion on blogging. The other mother, whom I am only now getting to know, recently decided to start a blog. Her goal in doing so was to sift through the negative thoughts that have been clouding her world in the past year and find her more positive side.

While the crowd surrounding us made a few not-so-nice comments regarding our team, we talked further on this topic. And the game went on…

Basketball and ChickensThe ball was flying through the air, kids were racing up and down the court, and everyone was holding their breath. Time was running out and the score was within a shot of a win (or loss).

In less than a minute we’d know but, until then, we’d continue to hold our enthusiasm in reserve.

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Another beginning

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When I think back, I can remember a time when waking up in the morning was accompanied by the strong want to pull the covers over my head and hibernate. Of course I didn’t. Whenever I’ve allowed myself to sulk in self-pity, it’s been short lived. I have responsibilities and, quite frankly, I haven’t the time.

This year there is an awareness that I may be in a new place. It snuck up on me but I have noticed that I am more or less content with my life these days. Sure, I want more: more stability, financial stability, and more [what ever]. But this thing I’ve got going is good. I’ve got a good job, good home, and good people around me. What more could I ask for?

I know that there will still be sad days that spring up from time to time, but today I am embracing the new awareness of yet another beginning.

I must admit, I hesitate to post this…

You may recall that last year, after the shedding of many tears at the finish line in Napa, I was very positive moving into the 2-year mark. Then, I was knocked off my rocker so-to-speak when the treadmill and I had our “falling out.” The scars from that experience are ever present both emotionally and physically.

But I NEED to take notice of the good — and embrace it.

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