All Kinds of Awesome

Last weekend I had one of my best tournament weekends ever. I had a simple goal this time around: win two games with my underdog army. I accomplished this goal by game four, and was able to enter my last game completely relaxed and satisfied. The last game ended in a small loss to me, but I could care less. Genuinely so. I can't remember the last time I lost my final game and wasn't worrying about what I could do differently, what tactic I could have employed to turn a loss to a win. I was content. I ended up tied for 15th out of 52 people, which was the icing on my tournament cake.

Similar triumphs could be found at Ceremony and Temple. I had a great time dancing both nights, navigating potential emotional mine fields with deft and grace. Was I jealous at times? Certainly. Did I dwell on it? No. I think this bodes well for future evenings. If I could just get over this pesky fear of rejection, things could REALLY fall into place for me.

Still loving the new car.

Still loving life.