Dear Diary,
Sometimes it's hard to believe the amount of stuff one is required to do in such a small amount of time. I really try hard to stay focused and motivated during the week to get the stuff done that not only needs to get done, but that I want to get done. But sometimes, things arise and make it difficult to get a good night's rest so that such things can be accomplished. And it just so happens that last night around 11pm, something very pressing came up and could be unavoided. The Indianapolis Colts made an outrageous comeback against the New England Patriots.
Like many viewers, I was discouraged. I thought we were done for. There was but a small glimmer of confidence in my team. And I may have said before at some point that the fact of the matter is that I love to be a fan. Sometimes, I like being a fan more than what I'm actually a fan of. But fandome certainly won me over last night, and I stayed up to see those last 2 minutes tick away on the game clock. And I watched as that hope inside me grew brighter and brighter until I was jumping up and down and twittering like mad. The Colts had beaten the Patriots and remained undefeated.
I love that feeling of fighting so hard for something, overcoming great obstacles, and at last achieving a victory. I felt like that at the race on Sunday. I've honestly felt like that has been my semester and the victory is still out there looming. But even more than that, I feel that way about this endeavor at finding a husband. At times there seem to be great odds. At times I feel completely done for. I feel like giving up, sometimes. But I know that my guy is out there. And I know that someday that much needed victory will come.
I apologize for the blatant and obvious comparison, but seriously, don't you love that feeling?
Perhaps tomorrow I'll be more clever...
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