I don’t know if it’s the dawning of a New Year or gracefully making it through 2008 – a year where I was grossly challenged in every area of my life. I don’t know if it’s the sense of completeness I feel when I look into the eyes of my boys and truly believe it when I tell them “you can be anything you want as long as you work hard.” I don’t know why but I am optimistic.
I live in an America where the challenges of the past are culminating into an era of forgiveness, togetherness, and massive patriotism – the inauguration of the first African American President, Barak Obama, is just hours away. It’s sweet, almost aromatic.
Although we have much work ahead of us, my boys are growing up in an America where there will be fewer African American firsts (their dad was the first African American to get a degree from Springfield College’s graduate strength and conditioning school) and, prayerfully, an environment where their personal accomplishments will stretch far beyond the color of their skin into the entire community we call America.
Personally, I have never been this optimistic. The fear of failing has always hidden in the shadows of every goal I’ve set and in between the lines of each sentence I’ve written. But, today I dream and write under a limitless sky. I am grateful to God for keeping his promises in my life.
I enter week two of my “lifestyle change” with an optimistic determination to reach a healthy weight. I will not fail. I can only carry out the Great Commission of Jesus Christ and the call to service from our next President if I am healthy. I know that my cravings and reliance on food for comfort may grow as I continue on this journey. Nonetheless, I will “keep under my body, and bring it into subjection” (I Corinthians 9:27, KJV) so that I can withdraw from poor eating habits and a sedentary lifestyle to good, wholesome nutrition and a physically active lifestyle. I will serve others with energy and expectancy for great results.
Today, I am optimistic.