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Hurdles and Hurrahs: Writing Prompt

The image of “Lolo” hitting that 9th hurdle, losing the gold and decades of work in a millisecond (literally), and falling to the ground in despair, keeps coming back to me.


[Photo on flickr by “horsepower and heels.”]

Likewise, Shawn Johnson’s parents’ tearful embrace, her bright-eyed bobbing smile, and Debbie Phelps’ hurrah-ing off her chair can’t help making me smile and tear up for a different reason.

The worst question a sports reporter can ask may be “So how did it feel to ______?” (Insert “fall off the balance beam/ score the winning goal/miss the tying kick.)

But the thing is, how DOES it feel? To put so much into one thing, one moment? Is it worth it? Does it last? Not the endorsements and the money, which surely is great… does the glow last, does the feeling of accomplishment?

When I’ve had feats of glory, in my smaller world – getting something published, winning a prize in school, receiving praise at work – I feel glowy for … usually about an hour to a day. Then I do remember the moment, stacked in some mental list of accomplishments I logically know are there, but I don’t FEEL it. The minor slips (the embarrassing mistakes, the not trying hard enough, the putting eggs in the wrong basket)… seem to last longer, proportionally. Why?

Washwords’ Writing Prompt: How long do your missed hurdles last? What do your getting-the-gold moments feel like? Which do you carry with you and why or how? Leave your micro essays below as comments or email me.

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Deadsville, USA : DC in August

So, it is summer in the district. Despite all my verrry exciting news and the fun of telling everyone, it is August… in Washington D.C…. in a federal government agency.

It is deadsville, U S of A.

[Photo by “Garden Apartment” on flickr.]

While quiet can be nice, really nice, it can also be … quiet.
Very. quiet.
So. quiet. that I… am. starting. to. drifffffttttt.

Like a snowbank:
smooth, serene and sleepy.

Sure, blame it on the grey carpets, grey walls, empty hallways, lack of boss-like figures but is there something else going on?

I have loottssss of work to do and can’t seem to do anything besides think weddingy thoughts, watch olympics and literally stare into space. a happy stare into space, a deep deep calm, slumbery smiley stare into space.

I think I know what it is. Like how I used to get sick right after finals every semester, or how you go home and take a longgg nap after finally finishing that project. I think I have been stressing and fretting and relationshipping for so so long before meeting my love that now that I can rest my body is really ready to REST.

And rest I am, body, mind and soul in this blissy spacey sleepy place i am not too familiar with. maybe it’s happy?

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