I feel like I'm in elementary school gym class again. You know the day you play basketball, softball, dodge ball (back when that was allowed and not deemed too "violent"...) and everyone lines up, two Captains are chosen...and you wait. One by one, everyone in class is picked to be on a team and anxiety grows the longer you stand on the line, not picked. Not chosen. Not told you were worthy.
Today, I'm standing on that line. I've watched four other people be chosen, now. Called over to the other side. While I stand here...on this damn line...waiting. Why can't my letter come? WHY?
I'm so happy for Michele. I know how hard she has worked...because I've worked along side her for a good part of it. I know how badly she wanted this and I can only imagine how she is feeling right now...having gotten her letter this morning. I'm so proud of her and shockingly I'm not even in the least bit jealous. I know how much she deserves this.
Pick me. Please? I'm worthy. I promise.