Cheerleaders

I never understood the purpose of a cheerleader.  I figured they were around to remind us all not to be so self-centered.  Pretty narrow minded, yes, I know and I am ashamed of those thoughts.  Now I know their purpose. 
I have had the pleasure of working with one for approximately two months.  Every morning, she grabs her invisible pompoms and picks me up with her bright smile and her encouraging words.  Not to say that I'm a negative person who walks around the office all day with a dark cloud above my head or anything.  Actually, I would say I'm nothing like the person at all... Ok, most of the time I'm not that person ;o) 
For the most part, I work hard all day, stay friendly and supportive to those around me and try my best to win this career game I am playing.  These days I can't seem to score; fumble after fumble, turn over after turn over and mishap after mishap. 
That is where the cheerleader comes in.  She is there to raaaraaa me back into a positive state of mind and helps me focus on my purpose of being in the office.  Unfortunately for me, my managers look high and low for my flaws.  You know what they say, "if you look hard enough you will find something," thus they always do. 
Yet, the cheerleader keeps cheering.  She actually has me believing this is going to be the game that I win.  Today will be the day they will find no fault, flaw or mishap in me. 
Every day, I go to working knowing the cheerleader is going to make my day better and "today" will be the day that I win!  Yes, today I will win!
But today, today my personal cheerleader couldn't pick up her pompoms, she could cheer her cheer, there was no raaaraaa...today.  Today, was the day I realized the cheerleader was only hiding the score from me.  I was so caught up in the cheering I failed to look up at the score and the time remaining in the game.  The score was 100 to nothing and the game was over.  I was still on the court and the winners had already left to celebrate.
I didn't win the game, I was all alone with a handful of fans waiting for me to get off the field.  Staring at me with an encourage smile and embarrassment in their eyes as I hung my head in defeat.  Today is the day I realized I have no career, I make no difference, I have nothing to show for all my efforts.  Just the sweat dripping from my body and the tears of defeat rolling down my face.
Now to face tomorrow, knowing I have no cheerleader to cheer me forward, no fans to root for me and no confidence to face my opponent.  Do I show up as if the loss today didn't happen or do I stay home with a broken spirit to forfeit.
No, tomorrow is the day I become my own cheerleader...I will pick up my invisible pompoms, and sing my own cheers.  Tomorrow is the day I reach for the guiding hand of my Savior and walk beside him with confidence.

I don't get it

Sometimes I just don't get it...
I don't get why people are jerks,
I don't get why people kill,
I don't get why people put more into their jobs than their family,
I don't get why we pretend,
I don't get why you promoted and I didn't,
I don't get why you think you are better than me,
I don't get why what you wear or drive defines you,
Hmmm, I just don't get a lot of things...

The only thing I get is that God gave us a Savior and I'm thankful for being able to get that!