The Worth That Never Wavers

You were worthy before the win, and after the loss.

A worn scorecard tucked in a desk drawer. The numbers are smudged now, the creases soft from being folded and unfolded a dozen times. Some days it reminds you of a win you needed badly. Other days it sits there and says nothing at all, and that's okay too. Because the person who showed up that day—trying, showing up anyway, doing the thing—that person was already whole. Not because of what the score said. Because they were there. You were worthy before the win, and after the loss. That doesn't change with the weather or the outcome or the week you're having. It just stays true.