I was thinking about this the other day. Like why are there so many Chumps and so few Champions?
So I made a list-ishy thing. Do you have anything to add?
Chump or Champion?
When you know it’s not right…and you do it anyway.
Chump is a choice.
So is Champion, but for some at least—Chump is the easier path.
It’s a careless choice of words.
It’s a tone of voice.
A turn of a phrase.
Being patently insensitive
A certain indifference.
A definite intolerance.
A lack of empathy.
A need for attention.
It’s taking the low road because the low road can be crowded and they have better snacks.
Chump is a choice.
Chumpy behavior goes viral. It gets its own hashtag and reality show.
Champion’s victories are short-lived.
Chump is a choice.
Chump is loud, unscripted, unfiltered and raw. It gets yips and catcalls. It can be uncomfortably humorous—mostly at the expense of others.
Champs set the bar high for excellence. Funny? Maybe. But it’s inclusive, and it NEVER elicits a groan.
Chumps drink the Kool-aid. What am I saying? They MAKE the Kool-aid and put up a stand on the busiest corner—where they SELL OUT.
Champs quietly drink champagne out of silver awards cups…or Dixie cups.
Champ isn’t easy. It’s about beating the odds.
Chump is a choice.
Chumps a piece of cake. It’s about taking advantage of the odds. Leveraging fear and rage.
I’ve known some people who have chosen to go the way of the Chump. I watched it. It was very quick and very concise. I won’t name names because that would be Chumpy.
I’ve also known those who have chosen to be a Champion. It was quiet. It was solitary. It took time. It was a slog. Like losing that last five pounds, or turning the Titanic.
What I’ve learned is that EVERYTHING in life comes down to a choice. Which one will it be?
Carry on,
xox
