The dress hangs on the rear of the door,
Catching light that streams before it sets.
The shoes are placed like man and wife,
By the door, ready to take me where I must go
And the bags are packed to bursting full
Of things I know I will not need.
But, still excitement burns through from the core
With a raging heat that can’t be quenched.
It’s just like Christmas Eve, when as a child
Those butterflies would hold me up at night,
Knowing Santa’s on his way with gift wrapped love
And sprinkling magic dust on furniture
That in the day was dull to touch.
That fiery joy will burn all night, and for a part
Of long days yet to come. If I could sleep
I’d dance through to the main event,
Forgetting that sweet pain that stings
On the eve of a big day.
I’m running a long race tomorrow and the nerves are starting to set in. Not in a bad way, but in a way that makes me feel a little on edge; it’s like some primal part of my brain knows that something big is on the horizon.
I don’t know if you are the nervous type, but as a child I used to vomit when I got nervous. It was excruciating to want to do something really well but to struggle to do it because I would get myself into such a state. It wouldn’t matter what I was doing: exams, swim meets, Christmas; I would always end up making myself ill.
I’ve gotten better at controlling my nerves as I’ve gotten older, but I still feel that familiar twist in my stomach on the night before a race. I know it’s going to hurt, but I also know that I have nothing to fear because I know that I’m enough no matter what happens, and I never knew that to be true when I was a kid.
If you’re feeling anxious about anything, just know that you are enough too.