WestyLife
First Grade
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As I sit here, on this chilly Monday morning in Canberra, the frost still slowly melting into small but slightly iridescent droplets on my car windshield, I'm instilled with a brilliant sense of confidence. This feeling - something that is quite foreign to me, I assure you - is almost seeping through my pores, or some other way to describe a tangible overflow of the emotion.
However, at the very back and deepest recess of my mind, lingers the beast of dread. A hairy and disgusting looking thing, devoid of any humanity or feeling, it has festered into a living nightmare that dwells in waiting to strike when I least expect it.
I can feel it there... waiting for a moments weakness on my part. Then it will pounce upon me with such ferocity that I will be unable to do anything but succumb to it's power and be left a whimpering mess. A mere shadow of my former, naively confident self...
BUT, until that happens I am EXTREMELY confident this week is a win
Definitely agree with the others. We've had years of conditioning to think like this.