An Outlaster

I’ve stood here before.

With waves so strong. So sudden. Intended to pull me under. Keep me submerged.

I’ve walked here before.

Against a current. Wobbly. Sharp underfoot. Out of breath. Drenched.

I’ve fallen here before.

Skinned my knees. Hung my head. Looked down. Lost sight of what’s beyond.

Yet, here I still am.

Because my feet are firmly planted. My roots strong. Growing deep and taking hold.

The current may smooth my curves.

But it’s also sharpened my edges.

Taken away the debris. What’s no longer needed of me.

Revealing my core. What I’m made of. Who I am.

I am an Outlaster.

I will outlast this wave and the next.

I will let it blow. Let it huff and puff. Let it tire out.

Because I will outlast it.

I’ve Outlasted before.

So try me.

Come at me.

Disappointment. Failure. Injustice.

Whatever mask you wear.

You will not outlast me.

I will be here still. Stronger. Sharper. Ready.

I will outlast you.

I am an Outlaster.

#playyou

XO, Coach D