Last night, I trudged through the snow and slush to get to the gym for a late night workout. After some weight-lifting, I looked around and realized that the gym was pretty empty so I decided to play some basketball.
I love playing basketball and I always forget how much I enjoy it until I get onto the court and start shooting.
I had my earphones in, listening to a podcast – I was in my zone.
The funny thing is, I couldn’t make any shots for the life of me. It was just miss after miss after miss. It was horrendous. I was probably making 25% of the shots I was taking.
But I was so happy. I was so confident and so content with myself. I didn’t even care that I was missing most of the shots I was taking because it didn’t matter; what mattered was that I was on the court with an inflated
(ha, deflate gate) and scuffed up basketball and I was in my zone.
Fortunately, once I realized how happy I was and I consciously acknowledged my happiness and confidence, I started making more shots. It was so cool; it was like once I realized how much I was enjoying myself and how little it mattered that I wasn’t making any shots, I started making more shots.
It was fascinating to me. I probably had a smile on my face the entire time.
I felt like I was me. I didn’t care about anything else. It doesn’t even much to do with basketball – it has everything to do with my perspective and how I embraced the moment. And I love that. I love that I was able to feel that.
I was all alone on the court – it was just me and I didn’t feel lonely at all. I felt happy. I could feel the endorphins and the positivity flowing through me and I felt amazing.
That was my spark. That was my singular moment of happiness and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since then.