You only get one chance, one opportunity to get it right.
Inhale.
Flex you fingers. Twitch if you must. Rest your shoulders. The other end. All that matter is the person on the other end.
Everything is calm. Every breath carefully controlled. Every heartbeat vivid, consistent, stable.
Exhale.
Surgical precision. Everything is calculated. Everything considered.
No doubts. No worries. No uncertainty.
Pull.
Miss.
Shit.
17 April 2012
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