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What Football Taught Me...

I am 45 years old. But I am not dead. Sometimes I feel like my dreams of a family are over. They are not.

This struck me as I was watching the game between Alabama and Clemson. Full disclosure -- I NEVER watch football. I fundamentally don't believe in it. What that means is that while I know it exists, I don't believe I should participate in it.

Anyway, that was an EXCELLENT game. Both teams fought until the bitter end with Alabama winning it 45 to 40. For some reason, it struck me because those kids wanted that victory and it was hard-won.

I want a family, but I know it'll be a hard-won victory over a worthy opponent -- my mind. So many times I've heard myself think, "I might as well give up. It's never gonna happen." As you can imagine, I definitely thought it during the summer of tears.

Now, though, there's a new dude in the picture. And while we've only been on one date, he's already stated his intentions to me. I don't know what the future holds, but I'm fighting for it. And I'm not giving up.

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