Tears of joy fell, history was made, and legacies were built.  This year’s summer Olympics made me proud to be an American, as the USA earned over 100 medals.  Watching my favorite swimmer, Michael Phelps, swim his heart out for probably one of the last times, was a moment to remember.  Jumping up and down as Simone dominated the women’s gymnastics competition, made me realize just how amazingly talented athletes are at their craft when they are dedicated to perfecting it.  For the very reasons why there was excitement and pride in my heart, there was also sadness.

 

…deep down, my excitement was pure feelings of failure.  Realizations of dreams deferred.

 

I’m not sure if it’s because I’m older and enjoy the moments of solitude when I can plop on my sofa and watch record-setting Olympic triumph, but this year, I was glued to the television.  Each night I was cheering and yelling at my television, so happy to be able to witness such greatness.  However, deep down, my excitement was pure feelings of failure.  Realizations of dreams deferred.  Far too often, I flash back to when I was younger, eager to do something creative.  Gymnastics, dance, ballet, track…all things that I wanted to do growing up, but never did.  At 33 I now understand why it’s so important to follow your dreams and just go for it.  Writing is the last, real passion and dream that I have.  Maybe not pursuing all of those other dreams was part of my path and now all of my energy can go into my natural craft…one that was given to me since I was little.

 

Maybe we could have all been great at many things, maybe we are, but just don’t know it yet.  But, maybe there’s also that one thing that you were really meant to do no matter what.  Do you know your one true “thing”?