Butterflies

For weeks I had waited with butterflies in my stomach, waiting for that dreaded day when I would have to conquer one of my fears... Standing in front of the crowd and worse yet, being the center of attention for 3 minutes.

Only 3 minutes and I was having all those butterflies for weeks. I was preparing myself mentally and was somehow formulating how to go about facing my fear. Rule number one was to just be myself. Being myself, however, would mean being the awkward girl that I am who cannot even walk the aisle graciously. The day came and went; it could have gone by an ordinary one.

Except that my friends were there to support me and give me confidence. Seeing them from up there helped put a smile on my face. Their reassuring presence made me feel everything would be fine. For me to be able to trust in their faith in me was a special feeling. I'd like to extend my gratitude to them. I don't have many friends; just a few good ones.

Everyone has at least one thing to be good at. I just don't happen to have any likes nor talents for beauty pageants of sorts.

I have always loved sports. But at the moment I choose to set my passion on badminton. I think about the tourneys ahead and know I have to be well-prepared physically and mentally. Because it's something I know I can be competitive in, I feel no butterflies in my stomach, only sheer determination to do my best. Of course, this comes with humility knowing that anything can happen even though one wants something so badly.