I’m sorry. I did not have time to write a new blog post this week. I have been far too busy watching Olympics and ugly crying.
I am crying sentimental tears for the athletes who are realizing their brightest dreams.
I am crying for the shattered hearts of the athletes who compete, but disappoint themselves and wonder what might have been.
I am crying for the proud parents, spouses, siblings, children, and everyone who should have been at Tokyo in the stands watching their loved ones compete because they can only send support from the other side of a television screen.
I am crying for those athletes who are sitting home, missing their Olympic opportunity because their golden moment would have been a year ago.
I am crying because the opening ceremonies, though stunning, reminded me of the isolation and brokeness the worldwide pandemic continues to force down our collective throats, even now.
I am crying for the people who have suffered and died too soon.
I am crying because I am tired of grief, after seventeen months of mourning.
I am crying for the beauty of the spirit- challenge, endurance, selflessness, love, creativity, inspiration.
I am crying because I feel my own spirit eroding. The Olympics usually fill me with warmth and hope and belief in miracles. I was looking forward to these games as an infusion of positivity at a time when the rock of COVID seems to be sliding down the hill again, negating all the strides we were making towards getting back to our communal life. It isn’t working.
Have an inspiring day, even if I am not!
Okay, throw a girl a bone, please! What Olympic moments have touched your heart with joy? Please share your perspective by leaving a comment. In the alternative, you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.