Disappointment is such a terrible feeling.
The last time I was disappointed I was a senior in high school. A name had just been called for homecoming queen. Not my name.
I was left standing in the middle of the gym floor, wondering why I wasn't good enough.
Don't get me wrong; I am not a sore loser. I was genuinely happy for the winner.
But? There are only so many times you can be left waiting for your name to be called before you start questioning yourself.
Why am I here?
What did I do wrong?
Why am I not good enough?
I pride myself in being a go-getter. I usually have no problem picking myself up when I fall.
But? Dusting the dirt off of yourself gets old.
I am just kicking dirt, waiting for my name to be called.
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