Every year while I was growing up my family would vacation at Lake Powell. It was always the week of Summer I looked forward to most. I loved Lake Powell. The scenery, the weather, the boating. Even today one of my favorite smells is the mixture of gasoline emissions over the scent of fresh water.
I think you all know what I’m talking about. Some things just go well together.
But my absolute favorite activity at Lake Powell was to go cliff diving. I loved the adrenaline rush of jumping off a 40 foot cliff into a pool of water. Not to mention all of my siblings, and cousins my age were girls, so I felt kind of cool always having the most bravado of the group.
Well as the saying goes “nothing good lasts forever”. Somewhere along the lines my feelings changed. I lost my passion for cliff diving. If I were at Lake Powell right now and someone suggested it to me I would be more than sufficed to chill in the boat. Staying dry, sipping on a Dr. Pepper, enjoying the sun; sounds pretty nice.
It’s not only cliff jumping I’ve lost my pizazz for though, it’s adrenaline seeking in general; taking risks, doing potentially dangerous things. And perhaps the worst part is, I don’t even feel too sad about all this.
I guess it is just the way of life. I do have good news though (and no it’s not that I saved a ton of money by switching my car insurance to Geico). I still pride myself on the fact the I have enough bravado to take risks in life. The spectrum of my risk taking has simply shifted.
You see I’m a big proponent of risk taking (ps. being a proponent of something doesn’t necessarily mean you live it) but I try and take a healthy amount of risks. In school, work, dating and socializing, across the board I like to keep it exciting. Risks make life interesting, they teach you valuable lessons when they don’t turn out, and are some of life’s greatest surprises when they do.
It’s often said in sports there are two ways to play the game. You can either play not to lose, or you can play to win. Put it all on the table, aim your shot for the baseline, swing for deep left field, drive it hard to the hoop, go all in.
I’m sure I don’t have to tell you which approach is more effective. (Spoiler Alert) It’s the latter. And if there is one thing I’m sure of, it’s that sports lessons transcend well into life lessons! So take more risks, push aside your doubts, unshackle yourself from your fears, and live life the only way it should be lived. The only way it deserves to be. Without regrets.