I was in the kitchen this morning enjoying my well earned coffee (1.5 litres of water down first). The youngest of our two foster boys was getting ready for school and was intrigued by the look of euphoria on my face. He assumed that I was thinking about FAME and asked me “What will you do if you don’t win?” I told him that I really, really want to win (absolute truth) but if I don’t ……immediately a vision flashed through my mind of being on stage, winner is announced and …it’s not me… I have a meltdown on stage, attack the winner, pull her hair and rip the medal from around her neck, yelling “I’m the winner you bunch of ##%@!”. Obviously, I’m influenced by too much reality television: it’s time for a reality check.
I don’t think I’ll be upset, per se, but I know I will be really disappointed (another truth… aah, no…that’s Confession #4) but I’ll also know that I worked hard and gave it my all (oops, caught myself almost thinking “the judges must be blind!”). The winner will have worked just as hard and whoever it may be, they will have earned it. I will come out of this competition a much better person than I’ll be going in…..and….there’s always next year!
