No, I’m not mad/sad I didn’t make it to Sectionals in Oratory.

I’m disappointed that I didn’t get up there and communicate. I let my anxiety get the best of me, and it stinks that what was “the best oratory ever” is now gone. I know I could have done better, but I’m proud of myself for going back into that room and fighting through my tears and sniffles. I know my speech was a great one, I just wish my delivery in the last round could have shown that. I’m just upset that I let my whole team down. But now I can be even more supportive because I know that our team has a lot of talent.

However, I know it’s cliche, but everything happens for a reason. I know there’s a reason I blanked. God has a different plan for me. Maybe He’s trying to teach me a lesson. I have to love myself, through successes and failures. I have learned a lot about myself through this whole process, and if that was supposed to be the intent- then I’m happy. I cannot allow myself to beat myself up about this. I’m alive. Everything is okay. This is not the end of the world.