olympic gold medals don’t live here

31 Jul

It is hard not to conjure up thoughts of perfection while watching the Olympics.  Though I’m excited and am finding the “fun” in watching, I also can’t help but feel badly for these athletes (even if that’s the last thing they would ever want).  The pressure! The standards!  The heartbreak! I just can’t take it! Give me one…moment in time…

I don’t know what I’d do if I had judges scoring me on the things I’m supposedly “good” at…

Putting together an outfit…6.5…points deducted for weird use of accessories
Completing a project @ work…7…points deducted for lack of caffeine-induced creativity
Taste of new random casserole recipe trying for first time…4.5…points deducted because we had to spit it out
Ability to clean…8
Ability to make it look like I cleaned more than I actually did…9.5

And don’t even get me started on being considered “the best in the world at ____” – I can’t even fathom what that must feel like.  I know, I know, I know what you’re thinking…that’s the point: the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat and all that.  Well, I just can’t take it.  That – and my complete and utter lack of athletic ability – is why I won’t be heading to the Olympics anytime soon.  In the meantime, I’ll be cheering on all the amazing athletes who are there.   ::puts hands in front of eyes, cringes, gasps and sneaks a peek through her fingers::


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