Crazily Optimistic

I have this crazy goal that keeps calling my name. Maybe it's that I love my country. Maybe it's an obsession with becoming famous? Heck, maybe it's that I was MVP of open girls swim in high school. But I cling to this idea that I'm going to be in the Olympics. Never mind the fact that I am two hundred and fifteen pounds (I’m 5 '6). Never mind the fact that I haven't really exercised in over two months, and never mind that over the course of quarantine, fifteen additional pounds have taken ahold of my midsection. But alas, a day after my 27th birthday I am truly putting on paper this crazy, nagging goal of mine. So far my sights have been set on the one woman dinghy. A supremely fitting title for myself, I might add. So I'm finally putting it into fruition. Manifesting! Looking my goal in the eyes and saying it out loud. Putting pen to paper!