We all want to win.
We dream of winning. We plan, prepare, and practice. We spend hours of time training. We line up at the starting line and crouch low, ready to run.
The starter raises the gun and our heart beats faster in anticipation of breaking the tape at the finish line. On your mark. Get set.
The gun fires and we explode off the line. Arms pumping and legs churning, we cover the ground with the goal ahead. To either side, we see others running just as fast and wanting to win just as much as we do.
What if I don’t win? What if someone else crosses the finish line first? Has that made my attempt worth less than theirs?
As I prepare to pitch my novel to editors and agents at the ACFW conference this weekend, I’m praying for the win. But also that I will be brave in the attempt.
What I love about Special Olympics (and yes, that’s my daughter in the picture above) is that ALL finishers get a reward. Even if they didn’t win the race.
What about you? Do you focus on the win or the bravery?