Me, Uncle Rio and Justin Bieber.. we got something in common
It disgusts.. saddens… disappoints me, how pumped I felt when the lady at the park recognized me from high school… she had never known me personally, but recognized me.. was I on student council or… no.. in my own little high school I was famous for basketball. When she recognized my name, my heart was so proud. I felt so worthwhile, so important. Super pumped about the Heidi Suderman of old. I have gotten rid of all but one pair of university basketball paraphernalia. I have cut jerseys and track pants into pieces, thrown team jackets, pants, etc, away.. all because they mean so much to me. How do people do it? Be humble, I mean. No human was meant to be worshiped. Not that I was, but I was known and praised. It felt so good. As an adult I have had to deal with my great failure of a life because I have not arrived at any internationally known stage to display my greatness. I’m the overweight mom in the checkout line with kids who are super cute, and som...