With only one round left, we’re holding down 2nd spot on the ladder and all things goes well I would rate my team as serious title contenders. Why then am I sick of hockey and for the first time ever, I actually don’t really care whether we win or not?
As I pondered this very question at training tonight it occurred to me that I’m the 2nd oldest in my team, where the majority are teenagers or in their early 20’s at most. As I considered where all my old teammates are now, I realised that for most of them it got to the stage where their lives were full of other things and (quite rightfully) hockey lost it’s former importance. I’ll see how I feel once the season is over, but right now I’m thinking that the time has come to leave this part of my life behind and make time for other things that matter more to me at this stage in my life.
I don’t think that the things you love have anything to do with “stages of your life” – my life is so full of different things, work, studying – but hockey has always had its spot. And the passion that comes with it has always stayed with me. So yes, there were times when I thought it was time to move on, but whenever I stepped on the ice with my teammates, when I heard people cheer, when a game was on its edge – then the passion came through again. For the love of the game… (there’s a posting here with that title… read it)
i found the post here: http://mindwork.net/myblog/?p=326#respond
Thanks Stefan. Once again you have the right words. Time for me to go out, look beyond the rest and find where my love of the game has gone.