"Rebounding is defined as causing a second chance. Essentially, that's what I do, both on the court and off."
That's what I wrote for my blurb four years ago in my yearbook, and when I looked back today, I realized that even though appearances may change, my heart remains the same.
The best part of basketball is that there is always a chance to rebound. As a player, there will always be shots you don't make, but everyone knows that instead of letting the misses get the best of us, we should just get the misses ourselves. Plus, there's going to be nights where we just don't have it, but we rest assured that there will always be a next time where we can prove we're better than what we've shown. That's the beauty of basketball -- continuity.
I've written about rebounding extensively in the past -- my testimony, my Facebook notes, etc., and people might have the wrong impression that I'm trying to make it sound easier than it really is. I'm not. I fully admit that it is challenging, difficult and inconsistent, especially when you have nothing to drive you. You're plagued with thoughts of "why me?" and become complacent with clothing yourself in pity. But then again, how long are you going to stay down just because it's easier? I've never been that type to let something shackle me to the floor, and there's no reason for me to regress to that now. Like I've written before, this is my last summer off -- why waste it like this?
A few years ago, someone close gave me a couple of rubberbands. On them, she wrote "LUstrong" (to compensate for those livestrong bands that were all the rage). It's ironic for a variety of reasons now how I still look to them as inspiring reminders of who I am and the man I plan to be. But unsurprisingly, they're the ones to make that final push in the end for me to come to realize that it's time to;
get off my ass,
stop feeling sorry for myself,
and make something of my life.
...so here I come.
That's what I wrote for my blurb four years ago in my yearbook, and when I looked back today, I realized that even though appearances may change, my heart remains the same.
The best part of basketball is that there is always a chance to rebound. As a player, there will always be shots you don't make, but everyone knows that instead of letting the misses get the best of us, we should just get the misses ourselves. Plus, there's going to be nights where we just don't have it, but we rest assured that there will always be a next time where we can prove we're better than what we've shown. That's the beauty of basketball -- continuity.
I've written about rebounding extensively in the past -- my testimony, my Facebook notes, etc., and people might have the wrong impression that I'm trying to make it sound easier than it really is. I'm not. I fully admit that it is challenging, difficult and inconsistent, especially when you have nothing to drive you. You're plagued with thoughts of "why me?" and become complacent with clothing yourself in pity. But then again, how long are you going to stay down just because it's easier? I've never been that type to let something shackle me to the floor, and there's no reason for me to regress to that now. Like I've written before, this is my last summer off -- why waste it like this?
A few years ago, someone close gave me a couple of rubberbands. On them, she wrote "LUstrong" (to compensate for those livestrong bands that were all the rage). It's ironic for a variety of reasons now how I still look to them as inspiring reminders of who I am and the man I plan to be. But unsurprisingly, they're the ones to make that final push in the end for me to come to realize that it's time to;
get off my ass,
stop feeling sorry for myself,
and make something of my life.
...so here I come.
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