Tomorrow will be Thursday, September 5th; a day that while I’m sure most will consider to be boring and uneventful, probably similar to every other typical Thursday, for me it happens to be quite the opposite.
Tomorrow will be a day that will undoubtedly go down in history as the day that Samantha Jane finally walked back out onto a baseball field for her first real life training session. A day that believe it or not, has been three years in the making.
Excited does not even begin to describe it.
Right now though, just to give you a little bit of an idea, it currently feels as though I am five years old again and I’ve just woken up on Christmas morning to find a beautiful, brand new bicycle just waiting under the tree. A bicycle that I have been begging Santa to deliver quite possibly every single day, for about as long as I can remember. Coincidently enough however, the bicycle has arrived minus the all important training wheels and despite feeling overwhelmingly anxious about this minor detail, the Christmas excitement appears to have completely taken over and all I can think about is taking it for a ride.
Before that happens however, there is still one tiny little problem. Just between you and I, I’m not quite sure whether I’m able to ride without the training wheels just yet and despite the general consensus that you never really forget how to ride a bicycle, at just five years old I am more than a little bit concerned as to whether or not I’ll remember everything that I need to. Concerned that perhaps Santa may have been slightly wrong this time around and that perhaps we shouldn’t have taken those training wheels off so soon after all.
Luckily though, this is about where my five year old voice of reason kicks in, just in time to remind myself that it’s Christmas morning. A day that comes around once every three hundred and sixty-five days and here I am, face to face with something I have been dreaming of for approximately one thousand, one hundred and ninety-five days; something that I have wanted more than anything in this whole entire world.
Really, what more could a girl ask for?
At worst, we fall off the bicycle and we do our best to pick ourselves back up again. At best, it’s nothing but smooth sailing and we have the absolute time of our lives. Either way, at the end of the day we still have that beautiful, brand new bicycle that we’ve been dreaming of forever and it’s still Christmas Day, what’s not to smile about?