A touch of nerves

I remember in high school, when it was time to compete in one of my events in a swim meet, I would often find myself sick to my stomach - nerves, of course. I knew that it would hurt, and that there was a chance I wouldn’t do as well as I wanted to, but that there was nothing I could do about it except to give it my best. The race approached, it was inevitable, and in a little while it would be over and I would feel better.

Whenever the holidays approach, I feel exactly the same way as that teenage boy, battling his nerves - no matter how many times I’ve done it, I still get a touch of nerves.