My mind is full. My bank account is overdrawn. Somewhere in there my emotions were tapped and I cried. I jokingly drop the “I just wanna be held” card, but its true. I-just-want-to-be-held. I'm babysitting tonight so maybe I'll be the one doing the holding... still therapeutic somehow I guess.
Endurance. Mental stamina. These are things I’m working on. I remember looking at the gymnasium wall in 4th grade PE class. We were learning words like “endurance” in relation to our Jumpathon in which I earned a striped jump rope with purple handles. Today, endurance looks like networking as though I am already connected and preparing for a career as though I don’t need one, having the peace of mind to endure the cruddy parts (bounced checks and a borrowed business suit) and repeating "this too shall pass" as I look toward 2009.
I signed up for a sprint triathlon with calley and camille... main goal - mental stamina. Those years of little league through high school athletics provided an avenue to set and achieve goals, something I miss and look forward to with this venture.
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