One week later? Feeling pretty good.
There’s a fair amount of emotional labor (worry) involved here. It may be a mirage. Can’t tell yet.
It sure has been a test of my faith and an exercise in self-examination.
Why am I worried?
It’s only a race, right? One stupid little lap. Four-hundred meters. About 54 seconds of my life.
Why?
Why does it feel so important?
Gotta go. Make it a great day, because if you don’t, who will. Carpe diem, jeff noel 🙂
PS. Maybe it’s so important because it’s impossible. Let me pray and think about that one. Have you any advice on chasing impossible dreams?
