#5. Worn out shoes
I’ve been working all summer. I created a regimen for myself and I’ve stuck to it. I’m proud of myself. I’m proud that I didn’t give up. I’m proud that I finally made this summer the summer to remember.
There has been tons of fun and lots of hard work. These two seem to be the perfect combination. The dynamic duo of fun and hard work has created a secret weapon that is hard to come by: satisfaction.
The work that I’ve done left a few remnants behind. One of those remnants are my worn out shoes.
At the beginning of my summer, my outdoor basketball shoes looked acceptable. They didn’t look great because of past usage, but they weren’t horrible.
At the beginning of my summer, I set out to change that. I wasn’t going to deliberately destroy the shoes that my parents bought for me. That’s a recipe for disaster. However, the shoes would be my work shoes. If they needed to be, they would be worn out. If they were left weary and looking destitute, it would be in the name of hard work.
Now, as my summer comes to an end I am satisfied. I have left my mark on those shoes. The rough cuts and quick stops of my basketball practice have been enough to wear the shoes out.
They’re still usable, but they aren’t in good condition. The cushiony zoom unit at the back of the show now looks like a sad lonely bubble. The bottom of the shoe looks horrible. The traction pattern that at first looked brave and indestructible now looks beaten and bruised. The sole of the shoe is ripped, revealing the stitching that kept the shoe intact.
Do what you need to do. Nobody is going to do it for you. If you have to wear those shoes out. Wear them out, in the name of hard work.