Living In My Own Skin

I am awake at 4:18 am because I do not feel well (grumpy stomach) and I had a dream that I had somehow backed into a job as a high school wrestling coach.

I was a wrestler in high school. I was decent, but not state champ material. In my dream, I was an inspiring coach. I could bring out the very most in the kids on my team. In this dream, I was so fulfilled because I was using what I had been given. I knew something that was of benefit to someone else and I was giving it to them in doses they could handle.

In the dream, we were at a wrestling meet and one of my wrestlers was struggling against his opponent. From the edge of the mat I was shouting out all of the right moves. Head position, hip position, balance are all important in wrestling and I was able to shout out what and how at just the right time. I watched as the wrestler struggled into position and then overcame his opponent.

During a practice I recall telling the team that each and every one of them was always at an advantage over his opponent.

You are either stronger than your opponent, quicker than your opponent, or smarter than your opponent, and because of that you have the advantage.

I awoke at that moment in the dream feeling wonderful (besdies my grumpy stomach) - contemplating life. I've got 37 years of of some pretty damn good experience and training stockpiled up and besides parenting (which is a pretty big deal), I have hardly touched my reserves for the benefit of others.

That is something that has got to change. I cannot just spend my life accumulating wonderful experiences for myself.

I have my degree plan sitting next to me and there is a pencil behind my ear.

Yes, something has got to change.