To My City, Atlanta, In the Aftermath of Super Bowl LI

Last night’s Super Bowl loss was a difficult one for all of us here in Atlanta, and for anyone who loves this city.  As I was driving home after the game, the thoughts that lingered were of the inevitability and necessity of failure.  Sometimes life can seem like a long string of failures with brief intermissions of success.  And a lot of times that’s not too far off.  

Fortunately our stories aren’t defined by how many times we fail but by how we respond to and learn from the many losses we will all experience.  Success is just failure that doesn’t give up. It may be a cliche, but it’s a cliche because of how often we need to be reminded.  

I was reminded last night, and again this morning.  As I often do, I woke up and went for a run.  For almost the entire trek, I was accompanied by a dull, gray sky.  But just as I turned back, there was a five minute period when the horizon was streaked with the brightest colors I’d seen in a long time.  Then it was gone, but those five minutes carried me the rest of the way home.