Losing

I hate losing.  I love winning.

As I watch the Olympics, it is my favorite to watch the gold medalists cross the finish line.  I imagine how amazing that must feel.

My heart breaks for the ones who don’t win.  The ones who come in last and the ones who miss gold by one tenth of a micro-second.

This last weekend, I watched my son play soccer in San Diego at the annual Surf Cup.  He lost two games and tied one.

His team played some amazing soccer.  The losing didn’t bother me as much as it usually does. I didn’t hate it.

It got me thinking about winning and losing, not just in sports, but in life.

Some of us get so tired of losing, we stop trying.  And this is very unfortunate, because the truth is, we will lose a lot more than we win.

For others, like my son, losing fuels him to play more and try harder.

What I have realized, is that like all of the other things in our lives, winning is what we make it mean.

I think a gold medal winner in the Olympics makes it mean they are the best in the world at what they do.  They make it mean that all the hours and days and years they spent training were worth it.  They give themselves the ultimate permission to feel proud.

Likewise, losing is what you make it.  It’s your choice what you believe about a loss and what it means to you in your life.  You can make it mean you are a loser,  you can make it mean you have work to do, or you can make it mean it’s time to quit.,

I think this weekend I learned that the opposite of winning is not losing. The opposite of winning is not even trying.  It’s not  showing up.

If you can’t win. Lose.  Every chance you get.

 

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