"new year" resolutions.

I turned 29 this past week.  I treat my birthday as my personal new year, because it is truly a tangible measurement of accomplishments and goals in my life. One of my resolutions is to prioritize recording my thoughts and experiences, especially my floorball life, which, let's face it, is the majority of my life. I have a ton of drafts saved from this past year...either entries that were really emotional after a tough loss, apprehensive before a big tryout, and I still have yet to share very detailed accounts of my big floorball Eurotrip from one year ago. I will post these, for myself.

I am my harshest critic and one with pretty severe OCPD traits. I have reached a point where I need to face that paralyzing fear and just do shit, and it doesn't have to be perfectly timed or written eloquently or filled with professional type photos. Ain't nobody got time for that kind of shit.

Training camp is on Sunday and I am nervous, as always. This is the first time I have made a cut cleanly.  This is the first time I will be doing a national floorball thing without Lisa, and I am scared because she is my floorball rock. She is always calm in the face of a storm and is my wall.  I need to accept that I will be doing this without her, and that I should become this figure to someone.  It's time to forge new relationships and stop dichotomizing the unknowns in my life.

How ironic that once you get to the point of being united with your teammates, you have to face a common "enemy".  Where am I going with this...Before I can spend expend any energy imagining smashing the Americans, right now, I have to muster enough fight to make the Top 20.