Ideally, we come into the world surrounded by cheerleaders. People hovering over and around us who have a common desire for us to thrive.
They are there, hooting and hollering and celebrating our first steps. Ingraining in us forever a longing for cheerleaders in our lives. Maybe even a NEED for cheerleaders? I had a conversation yesterday with a young lady who does a lot of work for and with me. She was letting me know she'd decided to follow her heart and take on a new job. One that fits long held passions and her picture of her future. From a selfish standpoint, there was nothing to cheer about. From the standpoint of having nothing but a desire for this young lady to thrive, I could do nothing but cheer. So I cheered. Before I went to bed last night I had a conversation with someone who'd read some of my writing. They said it had been helpful. They said I should keep on writing. And then they said: "I am rooting for you more than you can ever imagine. Isn't it nice just knowing that someone wants you to thrive? I think it's great" There is something energizing about pom poms. About waving them and about having them waved at you. It's almost like cheering and being cheered are part of our makeup. An inheritance from birth. I went to bed wondering last night, how many people never hear those words - I am rooting for you more than you can ever imagine. How many relationships fail because there's not a single pom pom to be found? How many people fail to thrive because they don't have people around them wanting them to thrive? How many people miss out on one of the greatest joys in life when they don't find people to cheer for? There's a difference between I support you and I am rooting for you. Cheerleaders have an energy about them. Maybe it feels a lot like taking those first steps. Falling into the arms of the cheerleaders who'd been waiting to see you walk as much as you'd been wanting to walk. Your success written all over their faces. You can feel YOUR success in THEIR hearts. I think we were made to have cheerleaders in our lives. I think we were all made to BE cheerleaders. Isn't it nice just knowing that someone wants you to thrive? I think it is. In fact, I think it's great.
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