Basketball and Chickens

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…

The 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.

I currently find myself in a similar spot – only with more than a minute of curbing my enthusiasm. I want to enjoy the win but, much like YaYa’s game, there is no telling what will happen next. Will the ball be pulled from my hands and taken in the other direction? I just don’t know.

As someone who always tries to see the rainbow on a rainy day, this not letting myself get too positive is really hard. Yes, I am being intentionally vague.

I’ve considered closing comments on this post so please do not feel the need to add commentary. Although you all are out of the loop on the specifics, I know that at least a few of you have had similar experiences. Certainly there is a reason for the saying: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch. If this is you, please feel free to comment.