Someone told me today, the difference between a good day and a bad day completely depends on your attitude. Totally right. I'm determined to make tomorrow a good day, regardless of the outcome. I am still pretty darn calm. As GP said, the word of the day is indeed blasé. Tomorrow will be just another day for me, and while I know results will affect the next year (possibly years) of my life, I'm willing to cope and adjust if need be.
My grandma, bless her 86 year-old heart, called me today and told me she knows I passed. :) Just in case I have a major panic attack tomorrow like I did the first time around, I will spending all afternoon at Nob Hill Spa. It's an absolutely beautiful week in the city, so I plan to eat lunch out on the balcony, enjoy the view and the weather, get a Longevity Relaxation Massage, and pretend like it's just another day...compliments of Mr. O who's currently biking in Amsterdam. I don't plan on coming home to check results until well after 6pm.
In a perfect world, we would all pass simply based on effort, but things are never really that simple.
I sincerely wish all of you the best of luck tomorrow.
1 comment:
*gasp* spa treatment! way to go, stella! that's a great way to pass the day.
best o' luck to you, too, my friend. :)
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