This is my 20th skating anniversary.
If that sounds like a long time, you’re right, I’m only 27. Which means that for 7,300 days, 182,500 hours, 10,950,000 minutes, I have laced up skates and frozen my toes. The point? Love of the dream.
Only now am I realized a major error in my thinking…that my perception of success was directly linked to making the Olympic team. How wrong I was.
Do you have a death grip on your dream? I encourage you to give it some slack and reevaluate. God is a master of this stuff and I am so glad I finally let go. Now I can take pride on my accomplishments rather than shame for what I didn’t achieve.
Here’s a story, I hope you can relate: