Sometimes...

...I find it fairly amusing when I randomly encounterfriends' siblings, whether older or younger, who I never really got to know. Especially the younger ones who were bratty, or annoying, or just plain nondescript - it's interesting to see how they've actually developed into their own cool selves. Similarly, I've been having run-ins with older siblings of friends who are a lot awesomer (sic) than I thought them to be originally.

Sometimes, meeting someone for the second time is so much better than the first.

oh dang.

After watching some videos of the people that I'll be up against at Nationals, I came to the intense realization that I'm in over my head. Now all there is to do is work my ass off and get myself afloat.

No. That's not enough.

There is no way that I'll just let myself "scrape by." I'm going to own this competition, and make good on all of the promises that I made to myself over the years.

One week until training officially begins. So incredibly stoked, it's scary.

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For as long as I can remember, I've subscribed to the Disney mentality of following your dreams and all that sappy crap. I mean, we all have those childhood dreams that we look upon so fondly - to become an astronaut, to be famous, or whatever.

But somewhere along the line, I think I forgot what my dreams are. It's quite sad, really. At this point in time I know that I'm working to become a doctor, or a photographer, or whatever. But those are merely job descriptions. What did I daydream about in a not-so-distant past? What did I really want to do when I grew up?

My career-oriented goals in life just seem so mundane. Feasible, to be sure, but what's the fun in that? Weren't we all told to dream big - that our potential is only limited by our imagination?

Sometimes I feel like I'm moving forward, but towards what I do not know.