sports metaphors

I feel like an Olympic distance runner as I courageously look at the work I've got ahead of me over the next year. Thrilled for the challenge and feeling prepared and confident that I can achieve my goals.

The non-Olympian voice of self-doubt is scared and wishing to curl up in the air conditioning and WATCH rhythmic gymnastics for the duration of summer. "Goals? What's the point?" this voice intones.

My plan: ditch whiny voice self on the couch and pursue album making and philosophy assignments with a caffeinated passion.