Ready? Out Pour!
I am so close. In so many ways. It almost doesn't make sense! Finished my last college classes an undergrad already. It came and went before I really even had time to notice. No! I literally went to my three classes and didn't think about it being my last until I was completely finished with the last one! It was actually kind of crazy.
So that means that graduation is next week if I can some how knock finals out of the way. They really aren't that difficult but as per usual, I have been exceptionally horrible managing time meaning that I have a shit ton of studying to do. Ready?! GO!
I have been really distracted because the main thing that has been on my mind is track this next few weeks. Its not just that it is championships, and that I have literally ran in zero meets this season. It's not that my team is really talented and I have been unable to help them out on the track. Its bigger than that. A lot bigger! It's that I have worked my entire life running track. I have loved running and competing in track because I have always loved to see my hard work turn into results.
If I ran fast enough...
If I trained hard enough...
If I push a little harder..
.If I focus...
And moreso, its always worked. My success has always come from my dedication and hard work. It's really that way in much else of my life too. That's why I am scared. Terrified. Like the scared that puts butterflies in your stomach. The scared I feel before I take the baton in a 4x4 meter relay. The scared where you got to take SHIT! What if this is the time where my hard work, and years of dedication, and training, and focus, and will to succeed; what if this is the time where that doesn't equate to anything?
I will hurt.
So that means that graduation is next week if I can some how knock finals out of the way. They really aren't that difficult but as per usual, I have been exceptionally horrible managing time meaning that I have a shit ton of studying to do. Ready?! GO!
I have been really distracted because the main thing that has been on my mind is track this next few weeks. Its not just that it is championships, and that I have literally ran in zero meets this season. It's not that my team is really talented and I have been unable to help them out on the track. Its bigger than that. A lot bigger! It's that I have worked my entire life running track. I have loved running and competing in track because I have always loved to see my hard work turn into results.
If I ran fast enough...
If I trained hard enough...
If I push a little harder..
.If I focus...
And moreso, its always worked. My success has always come from my dedication and hard work. It's really that way in much else of my life too. That's why I am scared. Terrified. Like the scared that puts butterflies in your stomach. The scared I feel before I take the baton in a 4x4 meter relay. The scared where you got to take SHIT! What if this is the time where my hard work, and years of dedication, and training, and focus, and will to succeed; what if this is the time where that doesn't equate to anything?
I will hurt.