Being a little late to the party
At high school, I felt that I was always surrounded by geniuses.
Being in the Intermediate level for strings, I looked up to the Advanced with nothing but awe all the time. I knew quite a few in that elite ensemble, and they had the natural air of being a normal person, but also holding a special gift at the same time. I didnāt even want to fathom how many hours upon hours they had put in to get to that level, and instead just sat and enjoyed the beautiful music they made every time.
I consistently heard of our sports teamsā successes, with often game honours going to those I knew personally. The thought of them putting it all out there really struck with me, and again I just thought that it was nothing short of impressive.
There was also the language seminars, where people that started the same as me could now read the characters like no oneās business, and pull up vocab quite the same. Once again, I sat in awe of them.
For a little while, I was happy to sit back and watch. Watch as our group, our ensemble, our school get boosted up on the shoulders of those I considered gifted. Now, I wanna get in on that.
I want to be someone that others can look at and say āwow, heās goodā. Iām starting to get there, but I wanna wow myself, my harshest critic, because then I will know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I have made it. So, here is my dedication now:
Every day, I will practice my throws. I will mindlessly switch my grips. And I will become someone that anybody will want to play Ultimate Frisbee with.
Now, I canāt say this is for anyone, because it isnāt. Itās for me, itās for my own satisfaction, and itās so that I wonāt beat myself up so much. But, still, I think thatās a pretty alright reason to start something impressive.