"High Pockets"

 

 

Middle School...some of my most memorable & awkward years.

The years of "high pockets"

as my grandmother used to refer to us as,

because our legs were growing faster than the rest of our body.

  

 

Basketball & track were my life!

I was so excited to make both teams.

I spent hours everyday shooting hoops & practicing by myself.

I wasn't great, certainly wasn't the star player,

and there was never family or friends in the crowd cheering my name.

I didn't care...I just wanted to get better!

I played because I absolutely loved the game & for the personal challenge.

It didn't matter to me that no one asked or cared how I played, or if we won.

I just knew I could become GREAT if I just kept trying. 

 I had an independent, winning attitude then,

and have tried to carry that spirit with me throughout my life.

What I didn't realize though is that I was already GREAT!

It's not the audience that makes the star...

it's the light shining within ♥