I'm a dweller.
I worry; I agonize; I stew -- rinse and repeat.
Sometimes I don't make the impression I'd hoped to.
Sometimes I get to work and don't knock every task out the park. I take
The concept of 'keep it moving' is hard for me to execute. But if you've ever had a stretch where you were taking knocks faster than you could learn the lessons from them, you know you can't afford to dwell.
I admire men for that, their seeming innate ability to just move on. It's counterproductive to go into Tuesday still worried by what happened Monday; I know that. Today, especially, I find myself in a situation I can't afford to let linger.
And more than my morning email from Joel Osteen, more than my inspirational Spotify playlist, what's helping me move forward and try to make something of this day is football. There's a lot to be gleaned from the sport. Teams go through intense preparation throughout the week for one game. They get to the stadium with one actuality hanging overheard: One team will win. The other will lose. Someone, despite their best effort, is going to lose.
If they worried about each "L" like I do, there's no way they could make a career of it!
So in that spirit, I can't worry about the last snap. There's a fresh set of downs in front of me.
A fresh set of downs. Every morning is First and 10.
Gotta move the chains, yo.