“Looks like a girl but
she’s a flame…”
Sometimes in tennis,
you find an approach that works and stick with it. The rhythm, momentum and
calls all go your way. Like a conductor,
you dictate the song on the court. Other times, you try many different schemes
and approaches, only to fall short of your goals. The songs don’t sound in tune
or on key; the shots don’t fall where they should fall. Win or lose, an
approach that works is what keeps your head in the game. It’s what pushes you
into the next match, expecting to improve or expecting to fail. Tomorrow is my
birthday and another year to look back at all the approaches that worked and
didn’t work. I’ve come to the conclusion this past year’s approach has most
definitely been one that works. And, I expect to continue it.
I’ve learned so much in the twelve months since I turned the dreaded thirty. There are always a multitude of lessons to be learned in life, but this year in particular has been one of great discovery. I’ve discovered something about change: that change is scary, but necessary. I’ve learned how tremendous it is to have people on your side to help you make difficult decisions. The empowerment that comes with moving on and letting go is another discovery I have come to trust this year. I’ve learned that the people who are in your corner are the ones who will help you succeed. I am grateful for those folks who have had my back. People come and go from our lives, but each one leaves a meaningful impact. I’ve recently discovered what love looks like, finally: it’s not imaginary, unreturned or selfish; love is a blessing that reaches part of your core. It’s the person who is perfect for you, and I have found him. Blessed I am indeed, for answered prayers. This year has also marked the beginning of a new approach for me. I did not once give up, no matter what it was I was trying to achieve. Because of that, I believe this has been one of the happiest years of my life. I’ve laughed a ton this year, and that fun approach is another one to apply in all areas of life.
In this world of catastrophe, I have both feet on the ground. My head may in the clouds, but I’m not backing down. I will be thankful when the sun comes out on May 17th and I turn to the tennis court once again with an approach that works.
“She’s living in a
world and it’s on fire…”
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