I am a hurler. Not a good hurler but an enthusiastic hurler with a deep love of Ireland’s oldest game. I was raised on Cork’s successes in 1984-1990 and loved to watch the greats pull hard, field high and run at the opposition.
Over many years of living abroad I have played a lot of tennis and have worked at complying with the rules and traditions of that sport. It’s more subdued than hurling and I’ve strived to learn its nuances, channel my rawness, apply patience and generally temper my approach. I failed at tennis because I am a hurler.
I’ve learned that as hard as you try, having a deep love for what you do is central to being happy at what you do. Being happy with who you are and what you do makes you better at everything.
This St. Patrick’s Day, I hope everyone embraces the hurler in themselves!
