I checked the score in the third quarter of the game between the Atlanta Falcons and the Carolina Panthers. The blue and white had a three-point lead over the red and black. The Falcons won it in the end, 31 to 17.
Get game summary, stats and play-by-play here.
I didn’t watch the game cause I was mired in existential angst. Coaches tell their athletes to visualize the prize, see themselves landing the jump, getting another set of downs, or beating their previous best time…and they shall succeed? Yeah, when I visualize or imagine myself executing whatever motions or behaviors, I end up unmotivated because reality cannot emulate the texture of the mind’s eye.
Or by the time I’m done envisioning, it’s as if it’s already happened so I don’t see a reason for implementation.
And then there’s that cryptic, inexplicable amuse-bouche in the back of your throat making you wonder about the subtext of sweet words. When did “music to my ears” turn into “what’s the catch” ? Is it because what was once your intellectual, cognitive asset has been absconded and plopped into a landscape it doesn’t belong?
Still, it is music to my ears…and the anxiety is a product of having to make plans and come up with an itinerary. And, in typical Ming fashion, I’m either awesome at making plans or pretty awful at it.