Revelation

I went to watch my first home team practices last night. And while I was sitting there wishing I was on skates, the heavens opened, and the distant sounds of a heavenly choir wafted down through the sweat humidity. I am ready. Or rather, If I get drafted, I will be ready very soon. I will not be terrified, I will not feel inferior, and I will not be a liability. Not for long anyway. I realized I could actually keep up with these practices. You do not have to be some kind of radioactive-infused super being to be on a home team. The home team players are amazing, dedicated, hard working women. I work hard, I am dedicated. I know it may seem silly, dear non-existent reader, but I feel like it just finally sank in that a.) these women are not gods, just really cool, and b.) I really am going to be one of them. It's possible, it's within reach. While I always knew this intellectually, watching the practice really brought it home in a new way.

Also, several of my teammates attended the home team practices last night. I was just bursting with pride in them. They looked great! There were obviously times where people found a specific drill or move challenging, but they stuck in there, gave it there all, and were GREAT! I realize how far we've come from our first practice 6 months ago, and the distance left to go seems manageable. This makes me happy.

And, now that I actually want to be drafted, I am thinking it's just not going to happen. The home teams have specifically asked certain people to attend their practices, and have expressed interest in other ways. This has not happened to me. It makes me a little sad, but I'll be so much more ready when the next draft comes around, I'll have to focus on that.