Of Holding On and Letting Go (A Somewhat Late Last Blog)
From the moment I first got on a plane leaving New Mexico to head to my training camp in Atlanta to the moment I stepped onto the plane that would bring me back home to New Mexico…I had the same vision of how I would look back on this trip. I imagined the surrealness and confusion, the "what just happened?" feeling in my heart. I (like a teammate whose blog I just read) felt like this whole experience would seem as if it had been one long dream. That it would feel as though it only existed in my imagniation, or maybe it wouldn't feel like it existed at all. I imagined...