I used to skateboard a lot when I was a little kid, but it must be 10 years now since I was serious about it. As I was sitting in my room a week ago, I looked out my window to see someone skating by and decided I wanted to jump on the bandwagon. I spent the next 30 minutes digging through my recently reorganized basement (sorry, mom and dad) before finally finding the bad boy of a board. In retrospect, perhaps God was trying to get my patience to crack, before finding the board, in order to spare my body from cracking…
You know what they say — pride comes before a fall! (Proverbs 16:18)
This time that is quite literally true and, as you could see in the video, the fall was hard. I got up as fast as I could and limped my way over to my phone with my tail between my legs in order to end the continuing evidence of my failure. At first I was disappointed about my torn pants and bloody knee, but then I realized there was more to that moment then just a fall.
You see, these are two very different clips. One is of me landing properly and doing things right and the other is of me trying to do things right but hitting the tarmac like a sack of bricks. There is a very clear and noticeable difference physically in the two videos, but what isn’t seen is what was going on internally in the two clips. That’s where it get’s even more embarrassing!
I had two very distinct and different mindsets during each session. In the successful session, I was relaxed and enjoying myself with no pressure. It was a warm day and I was just humbly trying to practice my maneuvers. In the failure of a session, I noticed a car pull up across the street and started thinking to myself “oh no, people may be watching me now, you better do a sweet job” — and a sweet job I did, indeed. To add insult to injury, I’m pretty positive that I heard someone laugh when I hit the ground.
I quickly went inside to lick my wounds and realized just what had happened. In my desire to impress whoever may or may not have been looking my way, I pressured myself and tried to be more than I was. I lost focus on the activity and placed it on the spectators. I was no longer doing it for my own humble enjoyment, I was doing it for my prideful fulfilment — and it hurt. Even had I landed it, the state of my heart and my intentions was clear.
Like I said, it’s been around a decade since I seriously tried to do anything on a skateboard, but in that moment I was pretending like it was nothing. I tried to be something I’m not and it didn’t end well. We’ve all done it and in this technological day and age we are extremely capable of pretending to be something else. That being said, even if it isn’t skateboarding you’re in to right now, let this be a gentle and friendly reminder that life hurts a whole lot less when we are humbly embracing our true selves and capabilities.