jack of all trades, master of none
Seeing all those kids at the rink today, serious and training for nationals, kinda made me wonder… about what would’ve happened if skating weren’t always clearly and forever behind school, priority-wise, if I hadn’t stopped competing last year…
It also made me want to compete again. Or perform, or something. I kinda miss the excitement of competition, getting really nervous right before, having the entire rink to myself when it’s finally my turn…
I thought I’d have more time during this “relaxing second semester senior period” to practice… so much for that. Twice a week at best isn’t the greatest training schedule for serious competition. (Although, it’s not all school’s fault - I did take on two new activities… shhh) But I think doing a lighter, artistic-y program would be fun too?!
Darn. I lost my train of thought.
Well, maybe that’s the problem, in general. I try to do too many things, have too many things running through my head, and lose focus - can’t figure out which one’s the most important.
The title of this post is a phrase that has started an Occupy Brain movement recently…
The problem with annoying thoughts is that there’s no mute button. And covering your ears doesn’t do anything either.
