Work like a Champion, Play like a Champion

Thursday, August 21, 2008

True that.

So far, I'm almost done with my first week of official tennis training. Which is, in general: intense yoga, practice, and lots of bleachers.

Each day, every day.

I'm also keeping track of what I'm eating, making sure I eat breakfast, chug tons of water and lots and lots of carbs. I'm serious about the upcoming sports seasons, so I might as well get used to it.

As in other news, I'm in a really odd mood right now.

But I know exactly what I want. I really want someone to talk to, someone other than one of my really close friends. I like talking to people who don't really know me that well, so they can't really hold anything they know about myself prior to our conversation over me. I was looking at the stars last night, and realized how much I miss stargazing.

Stargazing at Calvin Crest, where you can actually see the stars.

It's sad, I know. I had a sudden urge to go back and re-live AIM again the other day, and everytime I look at my binder I'm filled with memories from the 2 weeks. It makes me miss it immensly, but I'm pulling 12+ hours at school this week, and most likely for a while, so I forget it pretty easily.

I won't forget, however my experience there. Or the people I was blessed enough to meet, get to know, and pretty much become super close with. They're amazing, and like Mr. Gaston always says, "You guys are sharp. I don't care what they say about you."

So true...amazing summer filled with amazing people.

Hmm.

I'm watching my friends, some close, some not so close, fall in love with my other friends.

It's not that awkward right?

I enjoy it, it makes me happy. Like I said in my earlier post, it's just something that makes my heart smile, like really. When I see people happy together, it makes me happy. Same goes for when people break up, it makes me sad. I think seeing people happy together, gives me some hope. It kind of refuels myself in the mindset that I'm in no rush to find a boyfriend. God has a perfect one waiting for me, and I just have to leave it up to him to bring that perfect person into my life.

It's something I sometimes struggle with, but for the most part accept. I mean, if God's written me this beautiful love story, I might as well let him open the book. There's still time for me.

"Touch you like a candle? Wouldn't that burn?"

Respectfully submitted,

Leah

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