Yoga4Lyfe
They say no. Then I'm back to square one, except now I know for sure that I'm notgood enough.
StatMan12
Or they say yes. And you get to do something that matters.
Yoga4Lyfe
That's a nice thought. Not sure I believe it.
StatMan12
I get that. For what it's worth, I think you can do it.
Yoga4Lyfe
You don't even know me.
StatMan12
I have strong intuition. You're good people, Yoga Girl.
His words settle warm in my chest, but they don't quiet the panic. I thank him and close the app. I need to work. I need to make this proposal something I'm not ashamed to present.
Sighing, I force myself to focus. StatMan might be nice, but he doesn't pay my bills. I'm deep in a section about injury prevention when my door opens without warning. I jump and nearly spill coffee all over my keyboard.
Juliet stands in the doorway, perfectly put together as always. "Morning. Didn't expect to see you here this early."
"I'm always here early." I close my laptop quickly, paranoid she can somehow see how bad the proposal still is. "What can I help you with?"
"Walk with me." Again, she's already moving. I have to scramble to follow, even though she's a tiny woman and wears four inch heels. She struts like she owns the building, like everywhere she goes is a catwalk. I envy her confidence.
We head through the empty hallways toward the training facility. The lights are still half off and our footsteps echo.
"So, regarding Mobility Mondays. I forwarded you some injury reports from last season. Soft tissue issues, missed games, recurring problems. Use them for your proposal."
"Thank you. That's really helpful."
"Also, Coach Cross agreed to meet with you. Next Tuesday at ten a.m. Preliminary conversation about your program."
My heart stops. "Next week?"
"Too soon?"
"No. No, I can do it." My voice sounds strangled.
Juliet stops walking and turns to face me. Her dark eyes are sharp and assessing. "Scout, I'm giving you this opportunity because I think you have something valuable to offer. You need to act like it."
"I know. I will. I just..."
Her expression softens. "You just what?"
I swallow hard. "What if I'm not ready? What if I mess this up?"
"Then you'll learn from it and do better next time." She tilts her head, her eyes kind. "For what it's worth, I don't think you're going to mess it up. I am worried about you walking in there apologizing for breathing. You have to believe in yourself. You need to tell them how you're going to revolutionize their hockey program and save them money. At the moment, you seem... unsure of yourself."
The words sting because they're true.
