What
are your long-term and short-term goals?
By Leah
Tyler
I’m a soccer
player. Since I stepped on the field, at six, I’ve identified myself this way.
Every goal was directed toward soccer—the next game, playoffs, sectionals,
awards, next season, college, Olympics . . . I ate, slept, and breathed
soccer. It was like I didn’t know anything else. Like there was no me.
They weren’t even
my goals. Well, they were, but they weren’t, if you know what I mean. When my
dad signed me up, they didn’t have teams for my age, so they put me on a team
with kids up to ten. I don’t know why they took me; we lived in a small town,
so maybe they didn’t have enough kids. I’m coordinated and I’ve always had a
lot of energy, totally key. Right away, I was the best on the team.
It sounds like a
bigger deal than it was. The other kids were all older and bigger, so no one
expected me to be better, but think about it: my dad played college football. I
have good genes. I like sports. What six-year-old wants to practice all the time?
Me. So it wasn’t like I had competition. I had a head start plus my
father behind me, pushing me, overseeing my workouts. I should have been
the best.
I kept pushing
myself, working out, training hard. I didn’t even know why. Because I was supposed
to. My dad had all these plans. He put a lot of time into my soccer. I
couldn’t let him down. My coach relied on me, my teammates depended on me. It
was like the whole town wanted me to do it, to be somebody, bring glory to Cortland —so they could be
somebody too. It’s easy to get lost in all that.
This is a secret.
Promise not to tell? Swear to God? I’d be mortified if anybody found out. It
was over. I wasn’t going anywhere. There was this little kid, a runner, eleven
years old. I read about her in Sports Illustrated. She won the
national championship—dusted the competition. The girl lived in the mountains.
For workouts, she ran hills with sandbags strapped to her shoulders. Of course
her lungs were developed. Duh. The other kids never had a chance. A year
later, the second place girl came in ten seconds behind her. By high school,
she was only average. That would have been me. Kids were catching up. Forget
the Olympics. I’d have been lucky to get any playing time in college.
My glory days were
over. I was only sixteen years-old, feeling like the best was already behind
me.
That’s the real
reason I began to hate soccer. No, it’s not why I quit. But it was always at
the back of my head, you know? It’s how come I was always so frustrated. The
end was coming. Since I was six, I was always the best. It would have been
humiliating to watch the other girls pass me. Everybody roots for the underdog,
because they know what it’s like to always get beaten. You know what it’s like
to only ever have been at the top? Looking over your shoulder, waiting for
people to pass you?
After I quit, I
didn’t know what to do with myself. I could fill time. I hung out with my
friends. That’s not what I mean. I mean, there was no structure. The days
spread out ahead of me, with nothing to organize them. Am I making sense? I had
nothing to look forward to, I guess. Suddenly I had no goal.
It took a while to
figure out what I wanted. I’m still not entirely sure. I want to get married
someday. I know that. I want to have to kids. We’ve talked a few times, Todd
and me, about marriage. I doubt it would ever work out. I mean, I love him and
all, but parents can’t stand him. I don’t want to go through life like that, my
parents hating my guy. They’d end up hating me. Not that I’d ever let on.
I mean, really? You don’t tell your parents that stuff. You’ve got to leave
them guessing. Haha.
Seriously, parents
don’t need to know how bad you want to please them. They’d just use it against
you. We can’t kowtow. We’ve got to hang tough. That’s the only way to ever get
your independence.
Let’s see: I want
to travel around the world, doing something fun. If I could learn to play
guitar, I could totally see myself in a band. All those cool outfits,
too, right? Oh my god, I can totally see it. I’ll be like the coolest rock
singer ever. They want something to be proud of? Ha! Just wait! Here I
come.
I want to be a
good mom. That’s my long-term goal. I really want to be a good mom.
Who
is Leah Tyler? She is
the main character in Terri Giuliano Long’s best-selling novel, In Leah’s Wake.
Leah Tyler was an All-Star soccer player, the MVP of
her high school team, and a Boston
Globe All-Scholastic Player of the Year. She’s 16 years old and lives in Cortland , Massachusetts ,
with her parents and younger sister, Justine.
About the
author
Terri Giuliano
Long is the bestselling author of the novel In Leah’s Wake. Her life outside of
books is devoted to her family. In her free time, she enjoys walking,
traveling, and listening to music. True to her Italian-American heritage, she’s
an enthusiastic cook. In an alternate reality, she might be an international
food writer. She lives with her family on the East Coast and teaches at Boston College .
In Leah’s Wake is her debut novel.
Website: www.tglong.com
Blog: www.tglong.com/blog
Twitter: https://twitter.com/tglong
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