In high school, the night before a rival game, my team would meet at the local pizzeria, or a teammate’s house, and eat a bunch of Italian carbs and hang out, relaxing, being goofy and, oddly enough, not thinking about the big game. 

As an adult, the night before a big event, presentation, review, speech, or some other important meeting, I sit home with my spiraling, anxious, worst-case scenario thoughts. The only thing that’s the same is the intake of a massive amount of carbs. 

What changed? Where’s the confidence?  The congregation of teammates, the support? The laissez faire attitude? Ça va bien aller, non? 

Back then, we always knew we were going to go out and do our best, and even though we wanted to win, we weren’t worried about the outcome until it happened. Que sera, sera!

I think we need psyche parties for adults!