I’ve been
doing a lot of soul searching for the past year and a half. It wasn’t until
recently (and I mean 30 seconds ago when I was washing my hands in the
bathroom) that I miss playing sports. I miss the flow I get into when spiking a
volleyball. Or the almost euphoric triumph of sinking a three-pointer.
So much
of my memories from my high school athletic career are destroyed with pain,
anxiety, and bullying. I was trying to find a picture of me playing basketball online
and came across several awesome articles about me from ten years ago. (Holy
cow, ten years!?) Reading these made me realize that I turned away from the
only thing I ever loved because of one horrible coach (granted she destroyed my
will to live for three years, but all is forgiven).
I’m washing
my hands and thinking “why don’t I play volleyball and basketball anymore?”
These activities were once the pillars of my existence. Since walking away from
the court, I’ve never even come close to the exhilaration and passion I feel
for the game.
I’m not
ready to throw in the towel after all.
Click the links below to see how awesome I totally was. No shame in bragging right now because it's borderline thinking about the glory days.
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