11/02/2026
Yesterday I shared a Second Place trophy. Today, a World Champion banner. 🏆 Both belong to the same story, and both belong to the same kid.
I think a lot about the boy I used to be. The one watching cheerleaders tumble from the sidelines. The one standing at the edge of a gymnastics mat with his heart beating faster than he wanted anyone to know. The one who wondered, more than once, whether he should make himself smaller.
I wish I could go back and tell him what happens.
I’d tell him he’s going to fall a lot, on mats and in life. I’d tell him some people will misunderstand him and some will underestimate him. And I’d tell him about the teammates who will trust him, the athletes who will call him Coach, and the rooms he’ll walk into without shrinking.
Then I’d say four words: “Quincy, keep going.”
And I think he would. Because even back then, somewhere underneath the fear, he already was.
If you’re in the middle of your own “someday,” this is for you. The distance between the edge of the mat and the top of the podium is covered one try at a time. You don’t have to see the whole road. You just have to keep taking the next step. 👑
Who is the younger version of you that you’re proud you didn’t give up on? Tell me below. 👇
Dream big anyway. Then get to work.