Above: Image by Gina Milicia
“When Your Why Is clear, Your How becomes easy”
When I was 9, my brother Anthony got his first football trophy.
Best Utility Under 11’s. I believed this trophy had magical powers.
That trophy transformed my brother into a rockstar. My parents treated Anthony like he had just scored the winning goal in the World Cup.
I was proud, but I was also jealous. I wanted a trophy. I wanted to feel like a rockstar.
I signed up for netball and but after two Saturdays of getting up at 8 am, and not getting a game, I quit. I hated being cold. Netball was stupid.
I signed up for Little Athletics (more medals and ribbons to win). Went once, didn’t win and gave up. Little Aths sucked.
I retired from professional sport at the age of 9 to focus on my Leggo career.
My brother played football, cricket, basketball, and every sport under the sun because he loved playing sport. He went on to win a stack of trophies, but winning trophies was not his WHY.
Anthony loved sport, and that’s why he played. He loved to be part of a team, loved how he felt when he ran or swam . . .