During my sophomore year of high school, I ran track with one of my friends. I remember one practice in particular. She had run up and jumped over a hurdle for the first time, only to catch her foot on the top and then fall down in the process. She had been practicing for 30 or so minutes prior but every time she ran up to the hurdle, she would stop right before it was time to jump. And finally, when she did make the leap, she tumbled.
Afterward, she had stayed on the ground and with tears flowing down her cheeks, she turned to me and said,
“I can’t do it…”
“What do you mean? You were basically over it. Let’s try again.”
I had walked over and extended my hand to help her up but instead, we went back and forth for 10 minutes about why it was or was not possible for her to clear the hurdle.
She eventually decided it was worth picking herself up, practicing some more and not an hour later she cleared it.
There’s always going to be hurdles in life.
Two months before I graduated college I randomly decided I didn’t want to go to school anymore. I had an internal battle with myself about whether or not I could finish my last class. I even wound up skipping a couple of times in anticipation that I would just drop it, but something made me go back.
After going for almost 4 years, with no real reasons not to, I figured I at least owed it to myself to finish.
Quitting is easy.
I could have easily dropped out of college and my friend could have easily let the hurdle be the end of her track career.
But the easy route isn’t always the right one. Challenges are a part of life and the moment I face them it has always led to the best of wins.
Thank you for reading!