Tuesday, August 26, 2008


I've realized some things lately.

I've realized that if I concentrate on making myself happy, then the people most important to me are automatically happy for me. In the past, when I've stumbled, it's been because I was trying to make other people happy without looking at what I really wanted.

So no more of that. It's all about me. Well, you know what I mean.

I played tennis over the weekend with my sister. Marilyn is the only other person I know who can hit the ball with any pace. She hits it hard and flat, and it felt so good to hit with her. There is something that happens when you hit the ball in just the right sweet spot and it feels . . . flawless and perfect and like anything is possible.

We were playing next to a couple of men who were pretty good. After a while, when Marilyn and I were taking a break, they walked into our court and asked if we wanted to play mixed doubles. I told them that this was only the 2nd time I had played in 8 years, and they both said it didn't look like it from what they saw. We still begged off because Marilyn has a pulled muscle and can't serve right now. Plus I really have no consistency or control over where my shots go. And I was already exhausted.

Having said that, I think the universe was telling me that I should get back into tennis for real.

So I am. Starting in September I'm signing up for clinics and drills. At least once a week.

I'm so excited. Just in time for the US Open!

1 comment:

Kristin said...

I left you something on my blog, check it out!!! :)