Another day, another revelation. So I sat there tonight, watching America's beloved sweetheart of the ice fall in what was supposed to be her glory moment. And I'm sure she knew right then that she lost the gold. But she sprung right back up, and skated a strong routine after that, and smiled. What else was she going to do, right? She still got incredibly high marks. And you know what? She has nothing to be ashamed about. Even if she is a professional skater, who has done the triple-whatever it's called millions of times before. She didn't get down on herself, at least not publicly. How noble that is...
I, on the other hand, have been tormenting myself for a week for being nervous, holding back, and running out of steam at the end... even if it's never happened to me before. Crunch time is different. You get one shot. Nerves kill. The moment brings out the best and the worst. And really, there's not much you can do about it.
Watching those skaters out there reminded me of a very important thing: whatever you do, and however you do, enjoy it! Live it! Thrive in it! There really aren't enough such moments in life to mull over. You might not be able to control how well you do (presumably, you're trying your hardest), but you can always control how much you enjoy the moment. Therein lies what I've been lacking this past week... loving the gifts and blessings that have been offered me. I should stop sulking and be glad that I got to compete, and that I can still practice wushu, and sing, and get a job (hopefully!)
Thank you, my friends, for your support these past few days. May I learn to love and serve you all with the same joy. Pray for my interview at 10:30 AM!