Today passed by in a swirl.
First I woke up with the conscious thought of the toastmaster's competition. Then, leaving Johnny first thing in the morning was something I've always been reluctant to do. My sole physical presence there will somehow give him as sense of security and makes me feel better inside. A feeling of assurance that I have done something for him, no matter how trivial it might seem.
To be perfectly honest, foreseeing that I may end up being stuck at SIM for the entire day does not help at all. It dampened my mood on a otherwise perfect SUNDAY morning.
Everything turned out to be the way I've imagined them to be. Except for one thing. I didn't expect that so few contestants (6 in total) would make it through semi-final, and intriguingly, I was one of them. The sheer joy of having your name read out loud as a finalist in front of a room packed with audience is really really, well, ENJOYABLE. Such intense feeling that still lingers in my heart as I type these words.
After all that I've been through, everything turned out to be worthwhile. The hours I've put in and the numerous times that I recited my script. Everything.
I guess as long as you fight hard, everything is worth hoping for.
* after-note: omg, reading it now I really had ZERO confidence then, that I even found my little success "intriguing". :(
