February. The shortest month of the year is also one of the most eventful and emotional. There’s anticipation—will the groundhog see his shadow? Who will win the superbowl? There’s a celebration of love, leadership, and history. There’s carnival revelry and reflection. And this February, there’s the Olympics—evoking pride, spreading excitement and awe and, maybe best of all, inspiring. (Wall quotes from Its Written On The Wall help keep the inspiration alive.)

I love the Olympics. When I was 10 years old, I liked the summer Olympics, in awe of the gymnasts. Back-flipping on narrow beams. Flying through the air. The pressure, the dedication, the incredible disappointment one tiny slip-up caused, and conversely the amazing elation of a perfect performance. I lost interest a little over the years, but fell in love again four years ago, when the Olympics were in Turino. I obsessively watched the coverage from Italy. The skiing, the skating, the snowboarding—amazed at what these athletes could accomplish. It takes an amazing amount of self-discipline to compete at such a level. I, myself, can’t make it to the gym most days, because it’s cold. What a weak excuse! (Maybe, if I had this workout towel from Words To Sweat By in my gym bag, I’d be more motivated.)

Going for gold is what the Olympic athletes do. They compete to win. they are the best of the best, and if they win, and come out on top they’re awarded the gold medal. Maybe if I awarded myself a token of appreciation every now and then, I could motivate. (This necklace from Second Sister Jewelry, titled Olympic, might help.)

Sit down, watch the Olympics and marvel at what we all can do. The possibilities are endless.