…goes a long way.
That was so incredibly apparent to me this weekend. I will admit, I’m not an athlete. Dance has always been my “sport”. But I’ve always liked volleyball and have played more frequently over the past couple of years. I am well aware of my lack of stellar volleyball skills. But as long as the competition isn’t too fierce I enjoy playing and have certainly improved.
But yesterday I played my absolute worst game. Ever. I felt like a fool and a clutz on the court. When I actually made contact with the ball, it was…well, let’s say “not pretty”. I was playing with a great team and I knew that I was letting them down. And the silence after every play confirmed it in my head – and psyched me out even more.
But thankfully I was given another chance. This time on another court. This time I was playing with a group that was more vocal with their encouragement. Instead of silence, I got “that’s alright, shake it off”. And it didn’t take long before I was making actual plays and playing like I’d at least seen a volleyball before.
The rest of the afternoon was a blast. Was I a volleyball rock star? No. But the encouragement I was getting from the folks around me helped me step up my game and actually have fun doing it.
This isn’t exactly a new revelation to me, but I figured if it was something I need to be reminded of it might be worth sharing. So, when you see someone struggling around you, don’t just stay silent or give them a hard time. Give them a smile or an encouraging word. You never know, it might just make the difference between failure and success for them. It’s a powerful thing to know that someone believes in you!
“Death and life are in the power of the tongue”