It’s funny how when things go your way, the whole world seems brighter, and when they don’t, it seems as though the sky may collapse at any given moment.
Feel and real are not the same thing.
The team rode in style to our tournament over the weekend, but there was an uneasy feeling about crossing into enemy territory. Yes, enemy territory was Wisconsin.
Old memories of fall came back last night as we watched the Vikings stomp all over the Saints. Hopefully they don’t blow it again this year.
I laid awake in bed, just listening to the clock tick. Only ten minutes had passed but it felt like hours.
Does time move at the same speed for everyone? Or is it just something we configure in our heads. Whats fast to you may be slow to me, and whats slow for you may take me no time at all.