I Am A One Woman Show
I am a one woman show. A solo act. There is no one in the ring but me. In a matter of 72 hours you and your family can see me spiral out of control, yell, jump for joy, cry several times, be knocked to the ground, hit over the head with a folding chair, slowly get up again only to be punched in the gut and go sprawling to the ground. The referee is slapping the mat, counting 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . I see a stranger doing a victory dance to the side and I decide that I cannot lose. Slowly, I am rising to my feet with no clue as to how to win but determined to do so.