I literally just witnessed an incredible sight. Today, our
middle schoolers are having their first football game. At 1:30, there was an
announcement calling them down to the cafeteria. Boys barreled out of
classrooms and bounced down the hall, clearly amped for their ensuing game.
When I joined the hallway of quiet chaos, one student, Tyler, a husky 6th
grader, was shifting from foot to foot at the top of the school’s ramp. In
perfect tune with his body, his head rolled from side to side as he beckoned
another boy to “run down the ramp” with him. When the other boy joined him, bull-like
huffing commenced and Tyler started his rapid trek down the ramp (the other boy
took the stairs).
I can hardly remember what it was like to be that excited
about something.
I should, though. I should seek that excitement.
Self-satisfaction always spirals back to pursuing my
passions, but I’m learning that in pursuit of our ultimate passions, we can be
satisfied by excitement about the journey (and the stops along the way). If I
remained a librarian forever, I don’t think I would be ultimately satisfied. I
think my soul yearns to be a writer or a public health advocate or both. What I
forget to recognize, at times, is that this step, this stop, is helping me
reach the next one. This one warrants just as much excitement as the “next”
one. In fact, this one warrants all my excitement because it is the only stop I
have.
Right now. For now.
How enjoyable it must be to live a life with excitement like
a middle schooler on his first football game.
That must be
love, living excited.
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