in the states circa Friday night. Got home just in time for the club's holiday party/1 year anniversary party. It was good to see a lot of the people who make our school what it is be recognized for it. Cheers, guys.
In a nutshell, I'm pretty terrible now, as one would expect after taking 4 months off. I may not be completely hopeless, but I kinda feel that way right now. Everything just feels unnatural and awkward. Granted, coming back completely out of shape and with a right ear that could not be more fucking infected doesn't help too much, but I couldn't NOT go to class.
I really think that still enjoying something even though you are completely terrible at it really proves that you love doing it.
"That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way, is winning."
-Richard Bach
...it's possible that
truly loving to win means loving to lose, as well.
eh. maybe not.