Describe your life in an alternate universe.

In an alternate universe, I’m still me—but the world has bent in softer, wilder ways.

I live in a small town where the sky changes color depending on the kind of day you’re having. Mornings might glow deep orange when joy is on the horizon, or a calm blue-gray when you’re meant to take it slow. The air smells like memories, and time never hurries you.

By day, I coach a team that doesn’t just chase trophies—they chase wonder. In this universe, sports are more than competition—they’re a language. We train under skies that cheer for us, on fields that remember every game. The players learn to listen, not just to the game, but to each other. Wins are loud and full of laughter. Losses? They teach us how to hold each other up. I still get that same fire in my chest before a big game—but here, it’s mixed with peace.

In this world, my kids are my compass, like always. We build blanket forts that stretch across dimensions, toast marshmallows that sing lullabies, and have dance parties that shake the stars a little. They ask wild questions I don’t always know the answer to—but here, that’s the whole point. I learn as much from them as they do from me.

And life—life is stitched together by the little things. A smile from across the dinner table. The way my kid’s hand fits in mine. The feeling after a long day of coaching, when the sun hits just right and time slows down for a breath. In this universe, those moments aren’t fleeting. They echo.

There’s no rush here. No pressure to be “on” all the time. Just the rhythm of a life well-lived: coaching with heart, parenting with wonder, and soaking up every small magic the day offers.

I like to think, somewhere out there, I’m living this life too.

And honestly? Maybe I already am.

Thanks for reading. Wherever you are, I hope you’re catching the little moments today, too.

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