The unluckiest

Considering my life is all sorts of wacky these days, I hope you can all appreciate that this St. Patrick’s Day inspired post is coming to you in belated-fashion. Better late than never, right? (But never late is better.)

Let me preface my upcoming point by saying that over the past six years or so I have worked diligently to shape my own way of thinking. I have honestly trained myself to think optimistically and to be very self-aware of both my thoughts and my actions in order to find a lesson in any given situation. A lot of people call me crazy for this. But at the end of the day, I’m just a glass-half-full kind of girl and it has proven to be extremely beneficial in my life.

I’ve never been a believer in luck — good or bad. To me, luck is based on factors that are out of my control. While I have certainly learned that there are some instances in life I will never have control over, I would much rather put my energy into the parts of my life that I can be held accountable for.

Luck just isn’t for me. I believe if you want something, you simply have to bust your ass and work hard to get it.

I’m not the first person to ever put those words down on paper or have them grace the pages of the Internet. This isn’t some genius concept that will change your life. But perhaps it will open your eyes to a different way of thinking. 

Yes, often times the good things in our lives require patience. But patience does not mean sitting around being inactive with your fingers crossed waiting for luck to strike.

Patience means constantly working toward what it is that you want with the understanding that the best things in our lives are rarely placed in front of us for immediate gratification. Rather, the most worthwhile parts of our lives are built up over time, a result of triumphs, failures, embarrassments and joy all wrapped into one messy life. These pinnacle points of our lives are presented to us only when we are ready to appreciate their true beauty and value. The best part about it? They sneak up on us, and more often than not appear right when we need them the most.

I look like a cardboard cutout and I can’t get over it. Happy St. Patrick’s Day from your favorite quirky (Irish) blonde. xoxo 😉

The game of life

Secret’s out, guys. I’m a huge Canisius College basketball fan.

Always have been, always will be. This year, the MAAC conference tournament is in Springfield, Massachusetts. The Canisius men’s basketball team beat Siena (for the third time this season, may I add) on Saturday night to advance to the semifinals for the first time since 2002. Yet a few short hours ago, in quite a heart-wrenching finish, the Griffs lost in the semifinals to defending MAAC champion Iona with a score of 75-72. 

Despite the loss, being their number one fan (a title given to both myself and my best friend Aly by a few older gentlemen who are Canisius alum) has taught me a lot this year. And don’t worry, my broken heart is being mended by a bag of mini snickers and some wine right now…

What being a number one fan for a class-act team will teach you:

1. The things you love are worth the sacrifice: When you find something you love — a sport’s team, true friend, a passion of any kind — pursuing it and keeping it in your life is worth whatever sacrifices there may be. Whether it’s your sleep, your voice (can’t keep me quiet in the middle of a Canisius basketball game), gas money, time off from work, a stiff neck from a long car ride… you can spare it in order to root for something you believe in.

2. Stay classy. No matter what: Sometimes the calls go in your favor and other times you’re pulling your hair out because you know the shots just aren’t fair. But whether you’re winning in life or losing, don’t let it make you bitter, angry, egotistical or pompous. Be grateful when you’re up. Be humble when you’re down.

3. You don’t always get a second chance: If you’re lucky, you have that next practice, game, season or tournament in your future. Other times, you don’t get that second chance. Make sure that when your game or adventure comes to an end, you’re proud of the job you’ve done and the character you showed when you were fighting mid-battle.

4. Good company makes the game of life worthwhile: Sporting events, road trips, and the many other adventures life brings would not be as memorable without incredible people to share them with. At the end of the journey, you may forget the score or the number of miles you traveled. You will, however, remember the people who were screaming beside you when it all was caught on (an ESPN) camera.

Let's go, Griffs! Thanks for the shot, ESPN ;)
Let’s go, Griffs! Thanks for the shot, ESPN 😉

I’m going to continue to cheer for my team. Because the “team” I root for is more than a group of talented athletes.

Yes, it’s the players, but it’s also the students, faculty, staff, alumni, and the family and friends from near and far. My “team” is my community, and when that is your team, how could you not be dedicated? How could you not pour your heart onto the court right beside the ones changing the numbers on the scoreboard? Being a part of Canisius means you’re a part of something crazy and quirky and heartwarming and ridiculous. It means you’re a part of a family.

Canisius, you have always had my heart and you always will. Griffs til I die, baby.

Glad the cameras were able to catch Aly and me dancing in the stands. Score.