Unbridled Passions (excerpt from an upcoming Wisconsin talk)

Sunday, March 28, 2010

I’ve lived my whole life that way—wanting, reaching, exuding, falling, reaching again, wanting more. I was an ice skater as a kid—the one skating fast, the one jumping big, the one who could not control her spins. I left ice skating for track and field—to my mother’s chagrin—and there I wasn’t happy with just the 100 yard dash or the hurdles. I had to compete in the 200, too, and also in long jump, and also in high jump, and also in the relays (not just one but two), and come fall, I signed up for cross-country. It’s not that I was great at all of these events, or even that great at one of them. It’s that I made commitments—wild and huge—to live, to hurt, to want, to try, to transform myself into more than I was.


septembermom said...

Stretching what it means to be human is a noble aim. I think it's admirable to push yourself into new avenues. I like this post very much. I think I'm going to print it and share it with my kids. There's a life lesson here. Thanks Beth!

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