if at first you don't succeed
I think I slept almost twelve hours last night. I went to bed at something
like 1030, and I got up around 1100. I definitely needed to catch up. Now
I'm just doing laundry and waiting for
Cait. We're going to dye our hair
today.
*insert Stefan saying, "It doesn't look like you diet." here*
I had a great time at hockey last night. I scored another goal, my third in
seven games (eight if I hadn't skipped to study for exams), which, combined
with the two assists that I
think I have, gives me a PPG of 0.714,
which is not bad at all, for a rookie.
Also, "Detroit" brought in a replacement, Jen, or "MiniDetroit," and she's
fun, also a teacher. We've got like five teachers on the team now, not
including me. Detroit also thought, last night, with the help of Madeleine,
that I might be good as a guest speaker to her anthropology class in high
school. That might be fun. Boy am I going to be busy this term!
I was just thinking about
Rachelle's post
of the other day, and how she couldn't stand the idea of being bad at
something she adored. I can understand that, and I lauded her when she went,
fuck it, and did it anyway. I mean, I will never be even a mediocre hockey
player; I will always BE bad, and I've come to terms with it. But I love
playing, and I love the people I play with. There are no pretensions among
us, so conversations are always easy, even though we range in age from about
twelve years old to sixty. It's also kind of hard to be shy when you can't
stop and are constantly running into everyone else.
So I don't think it matters if you're good or not. If you try your hardest
and you have fun, the results will show (0.714, baby!). If you're not
supposed to be there, you wouldn't be. That's that.
Peace, love, and hockey sticks,
Out.
Posted by Ally at January 8, 2005 12:51 PM