My supposedly one month "break" was spent on everything except on having an actual break. I am not even kidding. Okay, disclaimer here. I am not complaining, just being my usual whiny self. (and recently, i was assured that being occasionally whiny is okay. happysighs)
Softball, softball, softball.
I felt actual joy to be on the field again. The exhilaration to be on the field and to play this game which i used to detest four years ago. Maybe it's the sense of responsibility and pride i have in me that spurred me to be a better coach, to be a better captain, to be a better team player.
(And add on that impossible desire to win.)
It was fulfilling to see everyone having fun and improving so much. And when the guys won the match, I felt joy that i couldnt explain. It was so weird because they were all older than me but I felt like a proud mom or something (okay, cait stop) I guess, my only regret is that i should have taken care of myself more. Bruised and battered, i think it really affected me alot. But, it's okay. Next year, will be better.
This month, i rediscover the joy in writing too. Writing/editing descriptive paragraphs for Odyssey and paraphrasing articles for Isaac have proved to be therapeutic and nostalgic. It has been almost four years since I actually wrote like i used to write and immersing myself in pretty words and beautifully imagined worlds made me asked myself if i entered the correct course.
(i kid.)
xoxo
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