You know that feeling when we really work on something, for a very long time and it just does not really seem to get any better? It’s good, but we can’t seem to overcome that last hurdle?
I watched my daughter in her tumbling class today finally master her back handspring after 3 long, grueling years in a variety of tumbling classes. Practicing, persisting, more practicing. She just kind of had it, but not really. She couldn’t quite get past that last little (or big) fear in her head. And then finally today she got it without a spot.
I love watching her journey, because I know that on some days she is just ready to give it up. The frustration is painted all over her face and there is nothing anyone can say to make it right. You are just there as the supporter if she needs it.
I know the walk, because I have walked it myself so often and still do with so many things in my life. We are so close to our goal, but yet it feels so far and so frustrating. Giving up seems to sometimes be the only option, yet we don’t because the next try may be our breakthrough.
And so we persist!