New plate, clean slate
I went to a frisbee tourney over the weekend and realized how amazing it felt to walk in knowing absolutely no one and having absolutely no one know you.
No politics, no expectations, NOTHING. You are everything you are capable of and more, and you believe it. At home people hear your name and attach you to your most competitive team… and even worse, your high school.
Here, I’m not some talentless East side kid who barely got on some overglorified junior team. I’m some chick that looks like she’s twelve from the other side of the world that can make a cut, catch, and throw. As far as I’m concerned, that’s all they need to know.