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A letter for me…
A post-match interview stopped me in my tracks today—one where the head coach’s words slapped me in the face. A timely and jarring reminder I needed.

When the situation has been particularly hard for us, yet we can choose to focus on what we can control within ourselves—not on blaming. Still, some of her statements hit me deeply.

It makes me wonder: how do I manage and move foward with my life and the work that I love? Every dedicated athlete structures their entire life to be fully fit for the game—to be ready to win.

Have I?

In this interview, she said something interesting. She was humble enough to admit their performance wasn’t great, yet she was adamant that the win—the moral boost the team needed—was more important than performance. The small win, no matter how ugly, matters more than perfect execution.

I guess sometimes in life, that’s exactly what we need.

Yesterday, coincidentally, a friend shared her thoughts about a tree. We often look at a tree and feel it hasn’t grown as tall or as big as we wanted. What we don’t see is the healthy fertilizer, the strong roots, the greenish leaves—all strengthened by everything we’ve done. Our efforts should never be underestimated. The tree has been growing silently all these years.

In cognitive bias, we often say we see what we want to see. I guess, I just don’t see what’s right in front of me.

Today’s clip—the post-match interview—was a gentle but firm reminder for me and my tree.

Life, no matter how hard it hits you, can be a catalyst for personal breakthrough. This moment of clarity and self-compassion is a victory in itself—just like the “tree” metaphor, where true growth is made of many small, often unseen, victories.

The tree is ready—as a result of years of effort—to grow big.

And so am I.

It’s a win.

Love yya