I wound up back in coaching, working with my youngest and a coach who is in the league’s hall of fame. I’m having fun and not taking it as a life or death struggle that ultimately decides my human value. In other words, I’m coaching a kid’s team and recognizing that I’m just doing that. It’s fun like that. It’s two hours twice a week that, for the most part, stays on the field and doesn’t come home with me. It’s entirely different from the past and I can deal with that.
Meanwhile the writing has been less than stellar and I recognize that this is largely about not making enough consistent time for the endeavor. I’m not doing it right and I need to get back to where I am doing it right and consistently.
Beyond this, life is good. I’m loving life and love and dealing with the madness and drama that defines my youthful existence. Though as old as I am but don’t entirely feel,
Happiness can be fleeting but it can also be sustained by good habits and better writing. I intend to make the most of my opportunities moving forward to do both. I want to move forward with a sabbatical and take some time to myself to really fall into the writing and make something of it. I am close to happiness that is sustainable. It’s only an opportunity away.