Mental Toughness

I remember when I was little, walking down my grandmother’s worn wooden stairs in my pink cowboy boots, when I suddenly slipped and fell.

When I got to the bottom, I almost started crying, either from the shock or the pain, when my uncle came over, squatted down and simply asked,

“Are you a tough kid?” 

To which I immediately jumped up and defiantly replied,


I have always remembered that, and for the last few days it’s been floating around in my head subconsciously.

I’ve tried to ask that question to little kids I babysit, when they break down and are about to cry; I guess it helped me, and I don’t know, maybe it’s my way of connecting with them. 

Today’s post won’t be so much of a connection as it is a reflection.

The last few days have surely tested my “Mental Toughness”, although as I type this put on my phone, it sounds cheesy. Two days ago, I had to endure the brunt of a college coaches scrutiny and disdain, at a volleyball camp. More than anything, I hate feeling left out, behind everyone else, feeling put of control, and embarrassed in front of everyone. But don’t we all? 

Maybe it’ll help me get better at the sport, but if that’s what it takes, then I’ll be more than happy to leave it in the past.

I’ve been feeling like I’m in the wrong place, not supposed to be there with the other stellar athletes. 

At least until track season come around.

I love track.

The wind, the heat, the pain.

It’s all in there.

Track is kind of a representation of the things I’m good at, the things I’m comfortable with, the things more than willing to put everything on the “track.”

I just want to do the the things that let me be myself.

But that’s never going to happen. We don’t live in a perfect world.

Maybe I’ll just have to deal with it.

But isn’t that the point? Like it or not, we are all here, breathing the same air, going through life one step at a time. We all have struggles, issues, and mental toughness. You and I, we were made to be tough, with fire in our souls, and the willingness to never give up. 

I hope you found yourself in this post. I certainly did.


  1. Actually, I ended up doing volleyball this year and really enjoyed it!! I recently moved when I posted this, and I was feeling a little out of the loop (meeting new people figuring how a different society works) I also think if you push through even when things are tough, you may end up enjoying it. I should’ve incorporated that in the post. Anyways, thanks for your feedback and comment!


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