Hey, Sunshine!

As a sports spectator, I do love the offseason when I can relax from my routine and enjoy the moments away from the games. They help us to enjoy the games when they come. The anticipation of what will happen next and what people can be brought to new opportunities is a thrill. In the same way, transitioning between jobs and the downtime from things like work and other things we love can be an exciting opportunity to learn something we could not notice in our time well wasted.

It can feel good to relax on the bench once in a while, especially when you are resting on it for winning. But what does not feel good is wondering if that bench will one day get us kicked out of the game altogether. That is the part where we get concerned with whether we should give ourselves the rest we need to get right or give others the best of we have left.

I find myself being thankful for the sun when it rises and when it sets. It is the most beautiful in its moments of edging on the brink of calm darkness. However, it feels the best at its work when it is high and shining a glorious light and warmth when it is active and closest to us. And so just like the offseason, even in the anxiety and the cold, we can be thankful for when it is active and the fact that it ever is active, especially when we do not see it. The truth is that at rest or at high noon, the sun, like our heroes, never stops working. A true winner works even when nobody is looking. Even at rest, there is an opportunity to observe and enjoy what is in front of us. We can learn from what others do. We can reconsider what we should have done and reevaluate our strategies in moments of calm rest. In doing such, we are never bored.

I do not know if the sun is a living entity with its own thoughts and hopes like people and animals seem to have. Sometimes, we don’t know if the people around us are either. But I do know it has many stories that are important to us. And it must be quite a powerful sight to be able to see so many other suns and universes from what we would think are the eyes of God.

When we feel like we are being protected by such majesty watching us, why do we make the mistake of thinking those watching invisibly are looking down on us when really they are looking up to us? Like the athletes we love, we are being watched as inspirations for the companies that love us.