Thursday, August 26, 2004
Game Day Anxiety...
what do I say? I have game day anxiety every day. It's nothing new, as a matter of fact, I'd begun to miss it when I was on the meds. I forgot who I was and what I was about and what all I could accomplish. I do more in one day now than I used to get done in one week. Take it from me, teaching is not for the faint of heart. Tomorrow my girls go out there and do their thing. I'm glad it's them and not me. My days have happily passed and now it's my turn to watch the fruits of my labor. So many different emotions race through my veins each day it's hard to know if I'm awake or dreaming. It all moves so fast it doesn't feel real. Sometimes I sit at my desk and watch myself teach class and wonder who is this person that I see? I don't know her, I don't remember her having such command, or being so grown up. The girl I remember still loves to go to the bar on saturday night and go 'hawg huntin' with the locals. The girl I know still has a sense of adventure and a desire to go wild every now and again. Then I realize those girls are one and the same and that's what makes them so successful.
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:13 PM
