The a/c is out.
Opportunity has presented itself. And in 3 days, i will grab opportunity by the metaphoric testes and run until i fall down from exhaustion. Don't screw this up now.
I have made a habit of striving to one up myself time and time again, the endless search to be happy that holds no end. Regardless of me acknowledging that I do this, I just can't make myself not focus on the pressure. Social studies fairs, you know it. Golf lessons with Dad, you better believe it. It was always in my mind that ,'I could have done that better.' And the worst part about that statement is the truth that lies inside. I can always say I did my best, but somewhere, one tiny corner was cut that could have made the difference. (Namely my stubbornness in thinking that my way will be just a little bit better.) Even the tiniest corners.
With so much worry about failure, I hope my running skills have improved.
Aside from that, it is toasty. A nice screened in porch to sleep on would be amazing tonight.
© blake jackson
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