Wrestling

Last night I went to my son’s first wrestling match. I fell in love with wrestling immediately.

The same thing happened when my boys played baseball…
In an instant, it became the best sport in the world to me.

Isn’t it funny how something you have no interest in can seem so different to you when it has meaning?

What’s something in your life that you’re not thrilled about? What if you can create some meaning and decide to love it?

If I can love watching sweaty boys fight, anything is possible 😉

Create some meaning and have a great day, one thought at a time!