Just Breathe

At this time the day after tomorrow I will officially be able to say, "I planned an entire event by myself." I shouldn't be this stressed because this is what I'll be doing with my life for the next 40+ years. If y'all don't know, I am currently going to college and majoring in communication with a concentration on public relations with a minor in business. I'm also in a sorority, where I hold an officer position as philanthropy chair. This position is within the public relations department, so it's the best experience I could get. Since I got my position in November, I have been planning this volleyball tournament for all of the Greek organizations to participate in. This is our 2nd one, so everything is still in the "learning process." I have put in so much time and effort into making this event more than a success. I know this event has my sorority's name all over it, but it's really my baby. So if it fails, I fail. 


The past couple of days I have been under a lot of stress. There have been a few scares and bumps in the road, and it has just been hitting me pretty hard. I know this is what I have to do with my life and that's the scary part. I'm what you would call a perfectionist. So if I'm under this much stress for something like this, how am I supposed to handle something 10 times bigger in the future? So far everything is getting done and everything seems to be on track, I just feel like I'm doing that 150% I promised. 


Today was definitely my breaking point. My phone rang for literally the 14th time (it wasn't even noon yet) and I just couldn't take it anymore. I turned off my phone, threw it at my wall and just cried. I want to prove to everyone that I am capable of making something small and turning it into something they love. And by small I mean there will be almost 300 people there. I have always been a people pleaser, so that is always running through the front of my mind. 


I decided to go for a run, because sports has always been my get away from life. And since I don't start softball until next Tuesday, this is what I was left with doing. I grabbed my iPod, put on my tennis shoes, and I was out the door. I ran and cried, prayed (yes, I sometimes pray while I run) and had my iPod playing. One song came on that just hit me more than anything. 


"Dare You to Move" by Switchfoot


A specific lyric came on that felt like He was listening to me and was giving me the answer. "I dare you to move, I dare you to move. I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor. I dare you to move, I dare you to move. Like today never happened, today never happened before." I knew I had to get it together and just forget everything that happened today. I know that I am capable of making this event a success. Everyone believes in me, I just want to find a way to prove that to myself.




xoxo,
Brandy