That's a picture of my beautiful family on our wedding day.
I draw strength from them. They motivate me to be the best version of me. I love them dearly.
They are the spark.
They are my passion.
Passion is the fuel that drives everything but it is so hard to define. It helps you sleep like a baby, but wakes you up at 3am and turns on your brain. It speeds you up and slows you down at the same time. It creates tears and cheers all at once. It brings joy through the push towards excellence but frustration through the push towards perfection. Without it, there's nothing.
My other passions?
Coaching.
I love helping players and co-workers realize their potential. I love the lessons (on both sides).
Those a-ha moments of clarity that create stepping stones to better things. Teaching seems more one to all whereas coaching seems more one to one.
I have coached my whole life (my Dad did as well) and you will never be able to take the coach out of me (even if they do take my whistle away eventually).
Working out.
I worked out in high school and college because I had to. I started working out in my late 20's because I wanted to.
The temporary escape from all of the nonsense in the world.
To remember and forget while you sweat.
The alone in the world and connected all at once feeling.
Feels good.
I have one more...
Take a guess.
Forget the Q...but don't ever forget to mind the "P"
