Well this blank page is pretty terrifying.
I'm about to start slicing for the first time, and I'm really not at all sure I can do this. In fact, I'm pretty positive I can't. I barely have time for the things already in my schedule (let's face it, a run is probably not happening until about midnight). Now I'm going to add to it?
Then again...there was a lot I thought I would never be able to do.
Day 1 of Kindergarten. I came home furious. "Dad, I just wanna know how to read!" They hadn't taught me on the first day! The nerve! As far as Kindergarten me was concerned, I would never learn how to read.
My family moved when I was in elementary school. I assured my second grade friends I would never forget them.
Mom grounded me in middle school. I was never going to forgive her for that.
High school. Never going to pass Calculus.
College. Never going to be that girl that gave up and changed her major.
I'm currently making my way through a 600 page book.
I can't even name two people from that second grade class.
Mom and I are the best of friends.
I squeaked by with a C in Calculus.
And I did change my major in college.
Good thing I didn't change my major to fortune telling.
I've been wrong before, more times than I would care to admit.
Might as well keep the streak going.