Friday at pickleball class the coach made a very rude comment to me, I don't really think I'm thin skinned but "ouch". It was about my skills and I'm the first to admit they are often lacking, but that's why I'm in class. I had a premonition come over me, "shake it off, you're going to win the tournament on Sunday." I've placed before, but never won. The feeling persisted, even this morning-you're going to win. I had four matches, the first one I lost and just said to myself "so much for premonitions, now just have fun", I won my next three matches and ended up with enough points to win. I have to say it was a very sweet victory.
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