I have to say this has been a helluva week.
So, I’m just gonna spill the beans or at least a few of them. I’ve learned something over the past couple of days and I think it’s important that I tell it.
I’m going to be forced to see *Jon* every day this week and for the sake of legality I can’t tell you the reason outright. But know this: IT’S OUT OF MY HANDS. It was a blow. A HUGE blow. Not to mention all the regular shit that occurs on any given day.
My initial response, as is usual with me, is to shrink back into my cocoon and hide. So I made the post “I’m Out”.
Then I saw all the support ya’ll handed out and was overwhelmed. As luck would have it today, I stumbled upon Rocky and I watched (for the 4th or 5th time) , needless to say I had an epiphany.
I’m in the ring, up against Mason, “The Line”, Dixon, getting my ass beat to a pulp (in my own mind). And each and every one of you have my back. Standing in my corner, cheering me on.
You’re all my “Micky”. The bell dings, round 573 is over and you give me a stool, rub my shoulders, shoot hydration down my throat.
You advise, remind, pump me up, tell me “you got this, you can do it, now get out there and show him what you got! You trained for this all year, you’re ready, you know what to do!”
What you don’t do is give up on me because you believe in me, you know that I got this. You know he’s got a TKO comin’ to him and that I’m gonna be the one to oblige.
I thank the hell outta ya’ll for that shit. I really do.
I can’t think of any better way to say it.
I love ya’ll.
Almost forgot. What did I learn? I AM NOT ALONE!
Ok, I admit I ain’t no Rocky, mainly because I’m a chick. I won’t cite the other obvious reasons
But ya’ll get the drift.