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Day 36: a love letter to sports

5 Feb

Tonight continues my commitment to more love and less fear this year.  For February, I am writing a love letter each day.  Tonight is dedicated to my first love …sports.  What could be more fitting on the night of  Super Bowl Sunday?

Dear Sports,

You were my very first love.  Well, basketball, to be specific was my very first love.

I found you thrilling and intoxicating. It was such a rush to push my body to the edge.  To run, to jump, to strategize, to play, to sweat.

It was fun to wear my long hair in a ponytail, to put on a sleek uniform, to rev up my team and, of course, to win.

I love to win.
But, you taught me the most when I lost.

You taught me how to pick myself up, brush off my bruises and turn my bloody knees into scars — scars I wore proudly the next day (and still do today).

You showed me the way through the darkness.
For every athlete must, at some point in time, lose.  And, it’s in losing, in the deep emotional darkness, that we find strength and truly understand the light.

You taught me when the chips are down, when the last buzzer buzzes and the game is lost, there is still tomorrow.

Most of all, you taught me to throw like a girl.
To throw proudly, like a girl, which has helped me grow into a woman.

Because, as we both know, there comes a time when every athlete must hang up their jersey and cross over to the other side.  But, an athlete never retires — she just finds a different arena where she can play.

Maybe it’s in a boardroom or hospital.  Maybe it’s driving legislation or driving a minivan.  Maybe it’s distributing cookies for millions or baking brownies for two.  Maybe it’s fundraising, farming or fishing.  Finding a cure, figuring an equation, fighting for our rights or fighting off the boogyman.

I love you most, because you taught me this: when the game is over, there’s always another time, another chance, another way, another day.

There’s always a tomorrow — even if it doesn’t look exactly like today.

And, that is why, I adore you  — for reminding me of the many ways to run, jump, strategize, play and sweat in all areas of winning, losing, and moving through this thing called life.  The game goes on.

Thank you, Sports, for helping me keep my head in the game, on and off the field.

Thank you, Sports, for teaching me that winning is as simple as showing up — over and over again.

Here’s to you.

Love,
Your admiring-fan-who-proudly-throws-like-a-girl,
Jamie 

P.S. Go Pats (there’s always next year!)

Day 35: a love letter to tom brady

4 Feb

Tonight continues my commitment to more love and less fear this year.  For February, I am focusing on love with a month of love letters.  Tonight’s is dedicated to the man of the hour. 

Dear Tom Brady: 

I knew you when you were so young.

I walked the same halls with you at the University of Michigan — me, in my sports marketing internship role and you, in your fight to earn a starting position with the team.  In the end, you won your special spot and it was glorious to watch your success.

I have followed you since then, or rather, it seems you have followed me, moving to Boston just after I did.

Regardless, of who followed whom, I know you have always been a fighter.
Your tenacity is admirable.  Your focus is laser sharp.  Your passion for the game is obvious.

But, that’s not why I am writing this love letter to you tonight.  Rather, I am asking you to do something for all us longtime observers and fans  — because we know what you are capable of!

Is it too much to ask for a win in this XLVI game?

Sure, I have some personal interests at sake, as I live with a man that plans his life around Patriot Football.  Nothing would make him happier than seeing your success.

And, yes, the wounds are still raw from the last time your team met New York’s in a Super Bowl finale.

No, I don’t need to point out that the entire New England region is hanging on the edge of its seat for this game — even Boston South (that’s what I like to call Naples, Florida) is dripping with anticipation.

But, really, I just want you to know this:
You are loved, you are meant to play this game and you can do it.  Because you can do anything.

And, we will be right here rooting for you.

Love,
Jamie (and, it goes without saying, Patriot Nation)

P.S. Since you are a man who can appreciate breaking records, I must share that I just broke a record myself — this is Post #400 of The Promise 365.  Yay!

Day 33: a love letter to the internet

2 Feb

To my dear Internet:

How I love thee. So much so, I don’t know what to do without you. It breaks my heart to go a day without you in my life. Like tonight, for instance, why do you not work? Why do you force me to blog on my iPad?

Why must I feel so lost when you are absent?

Never fear, I will stay right here waiting, waiting, waiting for your lights to start blinking again on my router.

Whoever invented you, my dear Internet, gave me a purely addicted tech crush. Please come back. Hurry. Hurry.

Love,
Jamie

This love letter is brought to you from The Promise 365 as a dedication to the month of love.

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