Staring at the drafts here that I may not finish. I'm okay with it. Some of you may know that I moved to Seattle, WA to take an assistant coaching position because it was the right time for me to move on. I was looking forward to coaching in a different division, league, and geographic region. I was optimistic that I could impart my knowledge and experience to assist this new team in their quest for an improved athletic experience.
Someday, I'll tell you about the events that preceded my firing the week before Thanksgiving. I'm sure I can carve out some time to write about the struggles the student-athletes and staff experienced in great detail, but for now, just this: I'm at peace with my decisions. Knowing the outcome of my actions, I would make the same decisions again. I did my job to protect the integrity of our sport, the welfare of the student-athletes and my colleagues. Even though I was fired, I left on my own terms. I spoke my truth and stood up for those that feared retribution.
I took some time to feel my feelings and sort through them. With help from my people, I'm able to say that if this is how my career ends I'm proud of it. I've had the privilege to work with amazing student-athletes and coaches. Some of them have moved on from volleyball, and I guess it's my turn now. I promised the student-athletes in my farewell note that I'd be alright after this ordeal and I am. One of the first lessons we learn as teammates is that failure is about getting back up. Sometimes when you get back up it isn't to return to the spot where you fell from, but to get an opportunity to attack from another angle.
