Today in the midst of a full body wax, my esthetician asked me how I was feeling about my competition this weekend. I don't know if it was the excruciating stinging sensations that led to me say the following, or genuine fear.
I said -
It feels like death. I'm going to eventually die, but we don't really dwell or think about it. You just live in the moment and take things* as they come.
*Things being practices, various costume fittings, waxing appointments, self tanning applications and tryng to figure when it is I'm going to pack.
In hindsight, wasn't that just an awful thing to say. One would think I would be so excited and gearing up to the song "eye of the tiger". No - I'm in fact pertified, and am in denial that this is even happening. I'm worried that some Russian will give me the stink eye and that will be the end of my wavering self-confidence. (I have been warned that stink eyes are the norm and unless you are skilled at giving one, you will be eaten alive.)
So after this revelation this evening, I have decided that I am really just digging my own grave. I'm going to try to stay positive. Have some fun and play ballroom dress-up. Fake it till you make it.
Plus, I'm very talented at giving stink eyes.
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