that killed me.
Monday, January 10, 2011
no-joke.
monday.
the new year vibe hasn't really creeps in (for me).
everything is pretty much the same old, same old.
i do my routines each morning.
same thing with nights. routines as well.
uncle lends me his book this morning.
it's called "change the way you see yourself".
got a little bit too much into it.
and then it told me.
"think back to a time,
when you have shown up confident and competent,
right from the start."
this image of me standing in front of my 3 english teachers came up.
i remember it was in high school.
i was having my oral exam.
oh wait. oh yes. correct.
and then i shuffled through my memory.
back and forth and back and forth.
each memory i have being my confident, no-joke self,
is when i'm speaking in english.
what does that mean?
the new year vibe hasn't really creeps in (for me).
everything is pretty much the same old, same old.
i do my routines each morning.
same thing with nights. routines as well.
uncle lends me his book this morning.
it's called "change the way you see yourself".
got a little bit too much into it.
and then it told me.
"think back to a time,
when you have shown up confident and competent,
right from the start."
this image of me standing in front of my 3 english teachers came up.
i remember it was in high school.
i was having my oral exam.
oh wait. oh yes. correct.
and then i shuffled through my memory.
back and forth and back and forth.
each memory i have being my confident, no-joke self,
is when i'm speaking in english.
what does that mean?
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