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I love sports and the fact that they fill a 80,000 person stadium and bring a sense of camaraderie to an entire city. I love being able to turn my brain off and get lost in a game for several hours.
Today, watching eleven incredibly athletic men running, throwing, pushing, and clawing their way down 100 yard football field, filled me with an incredible amount of comfort. You see, the field may be 100 yards from endzone to endzone, but they only have to take it ten yards at a time. It got me thinking about life. Sometimes, the intimidating stretch of 100 yards of life gets me all sorts of worked up. I obsess over what is behind me, and worry about the dozens of yards that lie ahead of me.
I am learning that the older I get, the more anxious I become when I get ahead of myself and worry too much about the future. I need to learn to focus on making it to the next ten yard mark, and quit looking at the endzone in despair, trying to figure out how and if I'll ever get there.
Live, love, laugh. Those words may be overly used cliche framed art to hang above your couch, but there is something beautiful in their simplicity. Don't obsess so much about the end, that you aren't living, loving, and laughing in the present.
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And don't forget - you get four downs to make it 10 yards :)
Love,
Mom