L--of course I will enjoy the California sunshine and the fermented fruit juice! But perhaps some family history will provide perspective on my urge to strive for excellence.
I can remember my Dad at the dinner table pronouncing, "I win!" gleefully, after he finished every evening meal before my mother, brother and I. I could never beat him.
When I was about 4, my mother and I were sitting on her bed looking through the childhood treasures which she kept in a cigar box. Among the saved items was a blue ribbon which she won as a girl at a County fair race in her native Selby, South Dakota. I was intrigued by that prize and asked to have it, but she said I would have to earn my own some day. Bummer! That set the stage for my competitive running career. Out of 200 plus races, there are fewer than a dozen times when I've gone home empty handed. If you aren't the winner, then you're first loser, and who likes that???
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Now it all makes sense. So how come I'm not that way?? I distinctly remember you saying once that participation ribbons were crap, but I think by then I was old enough to either feel the same way or not care : )
I am sort of an idiot when it comes to blogs...just realized that there were actual comments to this journal-ing.
Laurel, you have always been a sublimely serene person. You have the self confidence to know you don't have to prove yourself to a Parental Unit or anyone else. I think you got that from your Dad. My competitiveness is part of the whole Type A personality thing I have going on. Be glad you are more laid back--it'll save your knees for your old age!!
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