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Personal Narrative: Observing Myself
I was playing indoor soccer on a Tuesday night. We had five minutes on the clock and we were down by one. The game was getting very intense and I wanted to keep on playing to the end, but I was feeling weak and tired. I asked my coach for a substitute. As I was walking out from the field, I was feeling very frustrated and annoyed. I knew my teams’ potential and ability to beat the other team, but somehow we weren’t getting the job done. While I was looking from the sidelines with frustration and anger in me, I took a moment to observe myself. I took a couple steps back from my body and I saw myself leaning with both my elbows on a wall observing the game. While I was observing myself I didn’t think of anything else but on how I could change

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