Should I be ashamed that winning makes me feel this good? That applause and acclaim is what I chase? Adorn me with medals, shower me with praise, so that I may feel something akin to glory, instead of the same sad story of loss.
I can’t gloss over this moment of triumph and desire. A yearning brought to fruition. I needed this. What bliss it is to bask in this beautiful feeling afforded to so few. It’s not really the winning in itself that fills me with euphoria. It’s the ecstasy of knowing I can do something, and do it well. That I am mighty. I am full. I am capable of conquering.
Those who don’t race don’t win by default. Those who race win by default. It’s a simple truth yet we all are guilty of forgetting, then regretting that we didn’t step into the arena or onto the track. There is no going back, so in fact, it’s crucial we play the first time. Don’t whine and fret, just bet on yourself and you will have succeeded.
You win when you believe you can.
Podiums and anthems, this is my moment of celebration. A tiny taste of Olympic gold. A story to be told for generations to come.
I did this thing, this very small thing, and I like that I did it.
Why can’t every small win be glorious and gold? Why not a celebration and an exciting story to unfold?
Sincerely,
S. xx
S. R. Crawford 