We're nearing the middle of Museday, people. I'm going to make this a real thing.
It needs to be Friday already. I miss Bree. BREE IF YOU ARE READING THIS I MISS YOU MORE AND I CALL DIBS ON BEING RIGHT AND WINNING SO THERE HAHAHA.
Watching "Stick It" makes me miss gymnastics. A little. Like a really-tiny-little-bit. But I still do miss it. I don't miss the stress in the least. I don't miss being yelled at for not being good enough or not trying enough. I don't miss leotards riding up my butt or breathing in chalk. I don't miss getting rips the size of quarters on my palms or sweating into open wounds. I don't miss conditioning or landing on my butt every time I tried a new skill. I don't miss straddling the beam or the fear that would follow every time I did. I don't miss watching everyone excel where I couldn't or feeling like a giant failure.
What I do miss: feeling strong. Feeling like, for a few hours, I didn't have to worry about school or homework. Feeling like I was in control for once.
Merg. This got depressing.
I just realized my iPod is downstairs. Or in my car. Or in some other, far-off place that I can't get to right now. Caratriste.
I love that movie Stick It. Total fluff fun.
ReplyDeletedid you make the font smaller? i feel like i had to squint my eyes trying to read this.
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