(Another of my little watercolor sketches, possibly taken from real life ... or maybe just from memory)
I think I grow by pushing, reaching, imagining, achieving ... pushing myself into areas where I may have been reluctant to go ... reaching for new challenges ... imagining what it is like to "clear the crossbar" at a height I have never before reached ... achieving small increments of progress on which I can build.
I use the metaphor of the high-jump in this poem, because it encompasses the approach I used in training.
It turned out that I was a better sprinter than jumper, but I still think there is something to be learned from the metaphor, of setting the crossbar higher, challenging myself.
As for dancing up out of the pit, I see that coming someday, not because I have become better than someone else ... that's not my aim ... but because I have simply become a better person as a result of setting my own goals and working toward them.
I'll keep trying ... and trying ... and trying. And someday ... YES!
The poem, originally published in Capper's:
I keep setting
the crossbar higher
on personal goals,
on my approach,
my mind's eye
sees as my limit,
that level I will
glitter of sawdust
showering off me
as I come dancing
up out of the pit
into the circle
of winners. Yes!
Today's word: increments