Importance Of Decision Making In Your Life

Do you ever feel like you can change your own life with the decisions you make? I believe that every little decision you make in your life affects you in some way. You can just wake up one morning and decide that you want to change something, and just like that, you change it. That’s how it was for me, I woke up one morning and I wasn’t happy anymore with a sport I once loved. Basketball, my first love, it just didn’t make me happy anymore. Maybe Coach Brummell had ruined it for me, maybe I just lost that spark to play, or maybe it’s that I put too much stress on myself. No matter the reason something just wasn’t there for me anymore. It’s crazy to think that something as little as basketball can change your life. I hear the awful screeching

I have made my decision that I need to make myself happy. I’m going to have to get rid of something in my past that use to make my happy, so I can focus on myself for the future. I just have to actually do it now, instead of thinking it. I pull in the parking lot and there’s the big letters that spell out, Minco Gymnasium. I get out of the car and walk to towards the gym. It’s a rainy, cold day, perfect for my mood. The door to the gym is heavy and as I walk into the lobby, I’m surrounded by trophies. Trophies from the winning teams before me, all I can think is am I really doing this? I go into the gym and I’m frozen still with the bright lights shining down on me, looking at the banners on the wall, the empty stands, and the big bulldog in the center of the court. I start to have flashbacks of the games I’ve played in, the stands swarmed with people, the crowd cheering so loud, the hustle of the players up and down the court. I remember every game, every practice, every moment on this court. It’s all coming to me in a kaleidoscope of memories. All the good ones, where I’m happy and I love where I’m at. Then there’s also the bad ones, that ones I wish I could

I don’t have time to think, I blurt out the two words that I never thought I’d have the guts to say, “I quit.” She just looks at me, I can see anger, sadness, and even shock cross her face. I see a few tears start to trickle down her cheek. All she asks is, “Why?” Isn’t that the real question, why? Why would I quit something that I used to have such a passion for? Why would I just give it up? I looked at her and it dawns on me, she’s the reason, she’s the one that stresses me out. Ever since she became my coach I’ve hated basketball more and more every day. The only reason I stuck around because everyone else was telling me too, now it’s my turn to decide what I want in my life. It’s my turn to take a stand, so I simply say to her, “Why would I want to do something that I’m not even happy with anymore?” I see the sadness in her eyes, and all the sudden I feel something wet drip down my check. I promise myself I wouldn’t cry; I guess promises were meant to be broken. The last thing she says to me is, “I can’t respect this and can’t say I’m happy with it, but I’m not going to beg you to play.” Just like that I turn and walk away, walking away from my past. I feel a weight being lifted off my shoulder, I did this for