Week Eight: Team spirit

Athletics- Road running and Cross Country Running

The day arrives.

The sweat, blood and tears it has taken to get to this moment. The time, money, energy, sacrifices. Everything has been building up for this one short day.

I’ve never been good at sports, NEVER. I was never in a team, never excelling at P.E., I couldn’t even go for a run round the block. I still can’t. But supporting at  a sports’ event, that I can do. 

The excitement built in me, the nerves built in my family member taking part in the sports’ event. The days ticked by until the event. Plans were put into place, bags were packed, flags were made, miles were travelled.

And then…

We cheered, we jumped, we shouted, we smiled.

The flags were waved, steps were climbed, necks were strained reaching to see the event.

And I loved every second. 

I felt nervous, excited, happy. But most of all I felt proud. Proud to be a part of something, proud to feel the meaning of team spirit- what it feels like to support something, watch achievement unfolding in front of me. I never took part in sports at school, but I can’t remember supporting it either. Maybe I felt I couldn’t if I didn’t take part but this event taught me the opposite.

I can feel part of a team spirit, even if I’m not going to be the next Olympic athlete myself. 

So week eight’s lesson? 

Go out there and support your family or your friends or any other sporting event so you can feel part of the exciting, nerve-wracking, overwhelming phenomenon that is team spirit. 

 

Week Seven: The Fear of Asking

ImageWeek Seven

My journey of learning to be a child seems to be taking a different turn. Recently, it’s been less about doing childish materialistic things (because, let’s face it, turning up at a kid’s theme park on your own or hogging the climbing frame at a park is not exactly right- it’s why those places are for kids) and more about re-learning the actual lessons you’re taught as a child but often forgot the importance of in adulthood.

This week I learnt one of those incredibly important lessons- to ask for help.

There has been or will be times in everyone’s life when they need to ask for help, whether that be in their personal, emotional, financial or work life. As adults we’re very good at doing the exact opposite. Trying to deal with it all on our own “because we can”, because we’re grown-up and responsible enough to not need anyone’s helping hand.

But maybe the answer to whatever problem we are experiencing, cannot be dealt with on our own. As children we know when to ask parents or friends, teachers or classmates for help. We know not to struggle on our own when that extra hand could give us the last push we need in completing a task or understanding a concept. So why do we think it is any different in adulthood?

We’re older, true.

We’ve learnt more, true.

We know everything, false.

We are superhumans who can deal with everything, false.

We are perfect, false.

This week has taught me just that- we are neither superhumans or perfect beings and asking for help is not a sign of weakness nor a sign of irresponsibility in our own lives. No, it is quite the opposite. It is a sign of strength, of intelligence, of responsibility. So next time you are struggling with something, whether it be trivial or serious, personal or professional, ASK.

Ask for that helping hand, because nine times out of ten it’ll be right there reaching out to you.