[This post has nothing to do with the typical content of this site. Just a little something I wanted to share.]
I was at the YMCA last night and had a 20 minute break in between the cycle class I’d just completed and an ab class I wanted to attend. During the break I did some pushups and other random exercises in the indoor track area that’s above the basketball courts.
While taking a minute to rest I walked over to the railing and looked down at the courts below; there were a bunch of kids, probably 5 -7 years old scattered throughout. The first thing that caught my attention was a group of eight boys that were learning how to dribble a basketball.
What a site.
They were having an absolute blast; all the while the coach was trying his best to keep the humorous chaos under control. It seemed pretty easy to do at times because the kids were content with standing still and simply dribbling a ball. The chaos seemed to occur when one of the kids messed up, because then all the others messed up and basketballs became instantly scattered around.
Before long I realized I’d been standing there for a good 10 minutes, and the thing is, I smiled (with frequent laughter) almost the entire time. In some way it made me happy to see the kids having fun while doing something as simple as learning to dribble a ball.
The innocence and simplicity of what was taking place was a vast contrast with how complicated life seems to be at times.
We tend to look all over the place for happiness, but I think it’s important to step back and figure out what your “dribbling the ball” moment is… and do it more often.
