I was inspired today by my soon-to-be three-year old. Lately he has had a fascination with all things basketball… and he thinks anything that can be thrown should be. Balls, toys, books, cereal, food, cups filled with water, stuffed animals, pillows, boxes… and the list goes on. But something hit me today while my son was picking up his cereal he dumped on the floor (no, not the cereal, although I get hit with those too sometimes.) He was taking each piece off the floor, throwing it in his bowl, and saying loudly, “Yeah! I shot!” And the inspiring thing is,  if he made it in the bowl or not he said the same thing. Yes, every throw was celebrated! Some made it and some didn’t, yet if he missed or made the “basket”, he still rejoiced with a “Yeah! I shot, mommy!” So as I sat there being very much in awe at my little boy, I thought, what if I celebrated each “shot” in my life… not just the ones where I succeeded, but even the ones when I failed? How would my life be impacted? How would my day be shaped? What if I celebrated because I took the opportunities and I chose to create regardless whether it turned out to be a masterpiece or a beautiful mess?  Sorrow would turn to happiness, the mundane would be exciting, the regret would change to satisfaction, and the daily tasks would be a delight to perform. I guess my son really does have true wisdom…  I am going to make a more conscious effort to do this in my own life. And if I make the shot or not, I’m going to shout loudly too, “Yeah! I shot!”