the bar is in two days. but, like, technically it’s Monday since it’s after midnight, so the bar is tomorrow.
all day people have asked me if i’m ready. my response: maybe. maybe not. at this point, i know what i know.
i’ll do some review before driving to the hotel and “settling in” (ha!) and “getting lots of rest” (double ha!!), but yeah…
just pray for me.
i think last week’s breakdown was THE breakdown. the hours of tears and stress and pain. i think that tore whatever was inside me that was pretending this wasn’t a big deal. and now i’ve rebounded. and i’m going full throttle on faith, studying, the first wives club and remember the titans (my movie motivations):
hey, bar, guess what? i’m YOUNG, and i love to be young, i’m FREE, and i love to be free… YOU DON’T OWN ME!
because i’m a winner. it’s what i do.