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.
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.