If you had told me that during my 25th summer of life I would be working for a professional soccer team, I would never have believed you. Besides a few years of dance and swim team, and a small attempt at basketball and volleyball freshman year before I had surgery on my ankle, I was never actively involved in sports, playing or otherwise. Unless, of course, you count the year my parents signed me up for K-5 soccer at the YMCA, which I don’t.
But I love it.
I struggle with selling tickets, but that’s because I’m not a creature made to push. I have to much empathy and I also fail to separate rejection on a professional and personal level. “Oh, you don’t want to talk to me about bringing your company out to a soccer game? I completely understand, you hate me. No, no, it’s okay, really….”
But the game days? The promotional events? That’s my thing, my niche. I can talk to people all day long. Need help finding your seat? Can’t see over the rain barricades? Want to know why the sky is blue? Sure, I can help you out. I love people (even though there are days where I claim not to) and I love talking (although, I do appreciate times of silence). I love the energy of the people, the fans, the crowds. It’s invigorating and no matter how tired I am from the week, I come alive as I feed off the positive energy from those around me.
So no, I would have never believed you had you told me this is what I would be doing this summer and I may not be doing it next summer, but for right now, I am enjoying every single minute of it. I am building friendships – with the staff, the interns, the players, the supporters – and I am loving it.
It’s amazing to see how much you can enjoy something when you’re passionate about it. I didn’t know much about soccer when I started the job and I still may not know much about sales, but I believe in my team and the boys on it. I believe in my city and the support that I have seen come together because of this league. I am putting 110% in because I know that I am learning and growing from every single thing that comes my way.
Sure, I am exhausted. I work a lot for little pay. Game days have me there from 10am until 10pm, and by the time I get home, I want nothing more than to drop into bed.
But that’s what the weekends (and away games) are for. To rest and recover, so we can repeat.
This wasn’t the blog post I was starting. I’m not even one-hundred-percent sure what I was going to write when I opened my Macbook, but this is what came of it – a derailed thought.
Dereailed. That word is surprisingly fitting for my life…