Sitting in the sports bar at Sea-Tac airport I had a flashback to my jock days. All of my childhood and most of my young adulthood I was a jock involved in traditional team sports. I distinctly remember coaches shouting at me and my teammates to have “mental toughness”. Being the good little jock I was, I would hear what they say and follow orders.
It’s hard for me to remember exactly what I thought mental toughness was. Was it not to be distracted with what I was going to wear to the school dance or if my interest was in the gym or not? I suppose it really only plays a role as we age or experience some trauma. Mental toughness has been significant to me since the cancer diagnosis.
I shoot for the moon and accept wherever it is I land. Trying harder than anything to not be upset at myself for my self-imposed inadequacies.