We are the Champions, My Friend
I feel so good right now. I am extremely exhausted, physically, but mentally I'm in a great place. I forgot my meds at home this weekend. Or maybe I lost them, cuz I can't seem to find them anywhere. But even after not having them since Friday morning, I feel great! This weekend was amazing. I learned a lot about myself, I was the person I've often wanted to be, but never felt strong enough to be. I learned the difference between not caring and being care-free. Not caring, is having no energy, not wanting to do anything, and feeling torn in many directions but only going thru the motions out of obligation. Being care-free is not having to worry about life. Having no stress. Not caring what other people may think of me, and only doing what I want to do.
I'll admit. Friday was tough. It took me a while to gather my bearings. New people, new place, lots to do. And we had a very high stress situation on our hands for a while. But come Saturday everything was good. The athletes started competing. Marsha was there. The stress was gone.
We had a dance Saturday night, and I felt good. I was dancing and singing, and not caring what anyone else thought. I was talking to people I didn't know. Congratulating them on their medals. Complementing their clothes.
And I was definitely out of sorts for a while. I'm not a mom, and have never been very maternal, but you learn. I brushed a girl's hair. Helped her get dressed. Though I had trouble helping her bathe (Marsha had to do that). But I'm learning.
I made a lot of friends this weekend. Athletes, parents, coaches. It was like one big family. Everyone looking out for everyone else.
I've often thought of the people I work with at school as my "war buddies." None of us knew each other when we started working together, so we were just thrown together to reach a common goal: Make it thtough the day and help these kids. I've got a bond with the athletes, coaches, parents, etc. associated with the Plainfield/Quinebaug Vally Special Olympics Team that I can't explain to anyone on the outside. But everyone who was there knows exactly what I mean.
I hope to get further involved with this team, and go back next year.
I'll admit. Friday was tough. It took me a while to gather my bearings. New people, new place, lots to do. And we had a very high stress situation on our hands for a while. But come Saturday everything was good. The athletes started competing. Marsha was there. The stress was gone.
We had a dance Saturday night, and I felt good. I was dancing and singing, and not caring what anyone else thought. I was talking to people I didn't know. Congratulating them on their medals. Complementing their clothes.
And I was definitely out of sorts for a while. I'm not a mom, and have never been very maternal, but you learn. I brushed a girl's hair. Helped her get dressed. Though I had trouble helping her bathe (Marsha had to do that). But I'm learning.
I made a lot of friends this weekend. Athletes, parents, coaches. It was like one big family. Everyone looking out for everyone else.
I've often thought of the people I work with at school as my "war buddies." None of us knew each other when we started working together, so we were just thrown together to reach a common goal: Make it thtough the day and help these kids. I've got a bond with the athletes, coaches, parents, etc. associated with the Plainfield/Quinebaug Vally Special Olympics Team that I can't explain to anyone on the outside. But everyone who was there knows exactly what I mean.
I hope to get further involved with this team, and go back next year.