Am I good enough?
I am exactly one week away, to taking that first step, and pushing myself to the limits. The worst part of it all is that, I have no control with regards to my physical ability that evokes the fear in me. Who am I to kid, right?
The burning desire to be able to go through it all, and to be able to come out of it unscathed secretly gives me the sense of satisfaction. The thought of being glamorous on the outside sends a tingling joy of excitement down my spine, and I am unfazed by the downsides to the industry.
The question is, to go forwards and take a step, or to just hang back for a little while, and wait for the right time?