The year was 1999, but the title still stands!
Last night, my mom pulled out an old award from my cheerleading days to show my son.
“See? Your mama has trophies too!” she said, beaming with pride.
The only contribution I could muster, in my state of exhaustion, was:
“Thank God you have that trophy, or else I wouldn’t even remember…”
Looking back—as I often do—I can’t help but think: how unfortunate. That statement feels like a microcosm of my life. I’ve been so busy “achieving,” I couldn’t possibly begin to tell you what I’ve achieved.
One half of the opinion militia might call me modest. The other, more admired half, might say I’m on the fast track to burnout. Without giving too much weight to either, what if the God’s honest truth is… I never set out on a path to achievement?
I feel like the bearer of bad news just for being honest. Then again, if you know me well, you know it’s not the first time I’ve been the unintentional bearer.
I guess one might call it: most spirited.
Own and On 