All of the Rockets games we watched together cheering on McGrady, Stevie Francis, Yao Ming. I religiously checked the game schedule taped to the inside of our kitchen cabinet and marked each one with a W or L. Three or four nights a week we tuned in to cheer for our guys. We bought t-shirts and saved up to attend a game a year. There was talk of tattoos.
Why did two avid fans who quoted game stats and knew every player on every starting line-up in the NBA stop caring? Don’t we care about our city? Are we so callous as to only care about a winning team?
It was time to shape the diamond.
During my graduate work, I took a class that actually added value to my life. You know the class. The moment the professor starts speaking, you slightly nod your head and think, Yes. Yes! Tuition dollars well spent. She sat at the head of a long conference table with her short grey hair in perfect tiny curls around her head. She may may have been 70 or 75, perhaps 80. I was smitten.
Throughout the semester, she imparted her wisdom as we sat riveted. She guided us through our writing process. Ah, I like the way you approached…What a unique proposal…Do you think you might…
It was the end of the semester when she told us about the diamond.
I do not play bridge. I write. Instead of filling my life with many activities and obligations, I choose to focus on what really matters to me. In order to do what I love, I had to focus. It’s like a diamond, she said, and her hands formed a V at the base and then angled them upward and outward. She reached the outer edges and continued upward but now inward. She brought her hands to a point above her head.
The very next and final class of the semester she rolled in a cart loaded with books. There may have been 50 or 75, perhaps 100. Every one donned her name, and every one had been published.
The diamond has everything to do with why we stopped taking up three or four nights a week watching others live their dreams. We now read and discuss the same books. We take five mile walks every single day. Our diets received a much-needed shakedown.
I will walk out of this coffee shop today and peel that sticker from the window after all.
Have you questioned why you still hold on to certain activities? Is it time to abandon one activity for a better one?
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