2015
While raising our family, sports proved integral to daily life on fields, arenas, courts and TV, and though I'd watched Barry—who'd captained his high school football team—play, every Friday night, this Pied Piper absorbed nothing about football strategy other than its brutality, offering the male of our species an acceptable outlet for warrior-like testosterone, which, otherwise, must be contained in a passive aggressive state if carefully groomed social and professional interactions are not to break out into full-fledged wars, because so much of life dictates that Total Victory is the unspoken name of the game when one team's win necessitates the opponent's loss. Rather than domination vs. submissiveness, Win-Win depends upon a growing sense of cooperative efforts on both sides.
Whereas football is a game played with passion and knowledgable finesse until total victory has been won, Win-Win upholds the concept of working toward peaceful gains while a growing sense of discretionary finesse becomes ever more respectful of equality, which must deepen, over time, before truce gives birth to reflective affection, which being freely embraced by both sides, creates teammates of opponents. And thus, when I write of tweaking game plays, careful consideration is taken to ensure that a heartfelt value is not extinguished along the way, no matter how impassioned my heart, which multitasks like a seasoned pro, feels about achieving a personal goal. In short, my voice is not given clearance to move down field until my heart, mind and gut respond as one to the inner whistle that suggests readiness to advance with patience, discretion, empathy, kindness and strength of purpose is mine.
By this fourth season of my life, Win-Win has grown so deeply rooted within the depths of my soul as to be synonymous with my life's path, which challenges my smarts to grow ever more consciously aware of this fact: A limited interpretation of a heartfelt value inhibits my freedom to fully embrace a series of experiences, which actually nourishes my soul with a higher purpose, transcending any I'd thought to embrace before strings of insight, concerning my attentiveness to the mind expanding nature of intuitive thought preceding cognitive thought, had been fully thought out! Yikes! If you think that while penning this post I had a conscious clue of intuitive thought combining with cognitive thought to make metaphorical use of football, running soulfully deep, please think, again. LOL
On a serious note—inner strengths do not manifest while life feels like a picnic; it's not until you find yourself bitten, while sitting—unawaredly— on an ant hill that intuitive thought suggests that your mind has need of a mind of its own! Thank goodness, my conscious mind knew better than to attempt to write today's post by itself, because had that been the case then my followers would feel even dizzied than is most likely true, right now— suggesting that the human brain's innate potential to become a magical thing depends upon taking leaps of faith that empower intuition with tons of self respect.
And now, as intuition is signaling for time out, due to my brain having covered so much ground as to have tired itself out, my inner coach will wisely bench my blog till tomorrow's mental energy dawns anew, and until then, here's wishing you the same five star day that I wish for myself ...
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