Sometimes I find myself walking to my bookshelf, pick up Andre Agassi’s memoir Open, and look at this back cover pic of Agassi.
The kid is quite confused.
The kid hated tennis.
The grown-up Agassi hated tennis.
But with the weight of that racquet too much to handle, he managed it for one of the greatest careers in history.
And perhaps even found himself in the process.
This kid gives me power, strength, and often vulnerability, to not resist what’s coming.
In what lies unseen, you will see yourself.
In what you don’t know, you will know more.
In what you hate, you will end up loving yourself.