Flush It

Flush it. If you're like me, you immediately think of a toilet. And this might be a little too much, but hear me out. Drop your waste off at the toilet and then flush it. And that is that. It's gone. You flush it and don't think about it ever again. Or at least you should anyway.

Lately, I've been having a really hard time. And I know, that is so cliche because everyone has their trials and struggles and hard times. So that is not what this is going to be about. I am not going to sit here and vent about my life or about the fact that I failed, FAILED, an ICU Nursing Test. Nor am I going to complain about the fact that have never felt more like a failure, or cry because I feel that I am in the wrong degree and that nursing isn't for me. But I am not going to complain about that. That is not the point of this. [hah]
Instead, I am going to teach a lesson that I learned from my little brother.

I have a stud for a brother. I take that back. I have TWO stud brothers. I was blessed in the sibling department.

I mean, LOOK AT THEM.

Ok, but the lesson I learned this time came from Cameron. 

He is a senior at Lone Peak. He played on the football team as an H-Back. (I'm pretty sure that that is a real thing, but then again, I could be completely off.) Anywho, he shared this position with a few other players. Now don't be confused here. I use the word share lightly. It was not a happy, willing sharing relationship. The coaches would just rotate these two or three boys in and out during the game. So, my extremely talented brother didn't get to play nearly as much playing time as he deserved to. I'm not biased. He is REALLY good. Click here if you don't believe me. 

Ok, so not only was he not getting the playing time he wanted, but every once in a while, a play wouldn't go as planned. A fumble. A dropped pass. A missed tackle. You name it. And that is hard to deal with! Can you imagine how tough it is to have that happen, and have to get right back up and do it all over again? I would die of so many different emotions. I would probably just combust. 

Now, my dad being the very smart man he is, gave him advice. And do you know what he said? 

Flush It. 

You just have to take those bad plays, the failed test scores and flush them. They are in the past, and have already happened. No good is going to come from letting the just sit and rot there in your mind. Flush it. Flush that bad day. Flush that horrible test. Flush the poor coaching call. You cannot let them get to you.
Because you have got so much more to look forward to and accomplish. And how are you supposed to do that if you are always looking behind you, or into the toilet? Yuck. 

So, do yourself a favor and quit doing that. 

And just flush it.