There's Always A Next Time

Well ... Everyones been asking when I'm gonna write another blog. Sorry I've been slackin. I've been wasting my time on cheerleading... And yes, I said WASTING MY TIME. I tried out for my high school cheerleading team, and completely failed. Cheerleading has always kinda been my life. I'm not perfect, but I always work hard. My toe touches could use work, and I'm a really slow learner. But one thing is for sure... I'm a damn good cheerleader. I messed up at tryouts... Ok... I messed up really really bad. Lol And the whole time everyone was so encouraging and positive I was gonna make it. And everyone told me how good I was and helped me when I needed it... But it was one of those things where you can't start over. One slip and your whole performance is ruined. What was my slip you ask? My slip was not believing in myself. I looked to the right of me while performing my cheer to see if I was doing the right moves and my whole memory went BLANK. I knew every step like the back of my hand. I knew every word and beat like I LIVED it. But guess what... I didn't believe I could do it. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror and FEEL confident. I kept putting myself down and being completely silly. But ya know what... Someone simply looked me in the eyes , smiled and said "You'll always be MY cheerleader... It was a learning experience." and he was right. It WAS a learning experience. Let's face reality. Your not always gonna succeed. Your not always gonna win. Your not always gonna be the best and be everything you plan on being. Your gonna fail. Your gonna scrape your knees and sweat. Your gonna try for no reason at all. Your gonna feel unappreciated like no one ever notices how perfect you are. Your gonna get hit in the face with problems that you shouldn't even have to deal with. But guess what...? Your gonna survive. Your gonna stand back on your feet and eventually find a reason to smile. Don't worry about me... I know what I'm good at. And I know that I messed up. I didn't trust myself... And I didn't believe that I could do it. I was scared. I'm a cheerleader though. I'm 5'3, and 105 pounds with a smile that will give you goosebumps. I'm loud and outspoken with hair smooth as silk. And I hold pom poms. I know exactly how to use them, and yell to encourage my team. I have medals from being MVP, and certificates for being the best. This didn't prove anything. This made me smarter. This made me stronger. Here's some advice for you though: Never loose confidence. Stay focused and do what you do. Ok? Don't sike yourself out. BELIEVE in yourself. It doesn't even matter if ypu suck at what you love. As long as you love it keep doing it. It sucks that I couldn't have learned sooner... But Better late than never, right? I'll take this lesson and carry it in my pocket. There's always a next time.