Self, you have done it this time. I have gotten myself into something and I'm in way over my head. What is it- you must be dying to know. Is it an affair? Am I having second thoughts about my wedding? NO. It's a...it's so shameful to admit it, but it's a.....PAGEANT. I know, I know, what the hell am I doing in a pageant. I'm actually beginning to ask myself. Especially after seeing all these other girls who are incredibly talented, and drop dead gorgeous, and tall and skinny. And here I am...different. But maybe not different in a unique enough way to get the "thumbs up" for being totally wacky. I feel incredibly normal. It's amazing how easy it is to feel extraordinary when you are in a small pond. The moment you take a step out, you realize that there is brilliance in other places too.
I just keep reminding myself that I can only do as good as I can do. I can only be me, Candy, and that is the beauty of it all. I am competing with myself, and I am going to learn something new about my talents, drive, and abilities. It's not everyday that we have that ability to measure our growth. Maybe I am not an extraordinary girl, but it is just as well knowing that I am a regular girl with extraordinary capabilities and potential.
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