I have a wonderful client, whom I admire greatly for so many reasons. She is
incredibly savvy from a business perspective, along with the necessary ambition
needed to succeed; she is funny, and positive, and as bright as a brand new
button. I am fortunate to now be able to call her my friend, instead of just
someone I do some work for.
It is therefore not at all surprising that
when she and I were talking about relationships a couple of days ago, over a
glass of something delicious of course, I pricked up my ears when she began to
give a certain view on matters of the heart.
It seems that for whatever
reason, one person is almost always more interested in the relationship than the
other. Heaven knows why, but if you look around at things and go to the movies
or listen to song lyrics, it seems this is a universal pandemic. It seems too,
that it is easier when it is you who is less likely to get hurt, but then there
is the corresponding guilt, which is not fabulous.
My client made a
comment that really struck home. She said, quite simply - "you know, not every
race has to be the Comrades". I asked her to elaborate. As I was now on glass
two, I thought I was at that stage of the evening where I become super bright
and exceptionally sharp, but I was also quick enough to ask her to explain
herself before I gave her my convoluted version of the statement.
She
said, "I mean, not every man we date has to be "the one". There will be one,
possibly two, maybe even three men who may be "the one", but the rest are not
even close to this, but that doesn't mean they need to be written off
immediately. They may add things to your life for a portion of time, until they
don't. Those are the 5, 10 or 15 kilometre runs. They are not the Comrades.
But when you train for the Comrades, you can't do it unless you have completed
those 15 kilometre runs. And sometimes you do the Comrades, then you finish
that race, and you run shorter distances for the rest of your life. You see,
not every race has to be the Comrades".
"Wow, this wine really is making
you clever", I replied to her.
We chatted about this issue with amazing
clarity, and we both felt sure at the end of the bottle, that we had it all
worked out.
In our lives, it is so true that some races will be long,
some will be short; some will have a lot of uphills, some will have a lot of
corners; some will have the odd vicious dog that runs out and tries to bite you
as you beetle past; some will be the Comrades, some, will not.
In my
life, I am proud to say I have run the Comrades more than once. I have done one
down run, and one up run. I think I am done. But... I am very happy, for now,
to run some short races, and whilst I run, I will be trying avidly to avoid any
of those so-called vicious dogs.
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