Last week, I really needed a break from unpacking boxes from our recent move. So, I convinced my husband to play some tennis before our boys got home from school. He was all on board with the idea (I think he needed a break too) so off we went.
When I walked into the tennis shop, I heard someone yell out “Where have you been?!?!” I turned around and saw one of the tennis pros who was standing behind the counter. I smiled and thought to myself, “Gee, how much time do you actually have for me to answer that question?”. Instead, I said “I’ve been in therapy!” He responded by saying “for your head?” (now that sounds like something a man would say) My response… “No, for my foot!”
At that moment, I realized it had been exactly four months to the day that I limped off the tennis court, drove myself to the sports orthopedic doctor, and found out that I had Stage 3 ligament damage in my left foot (from rolling over a stray ball). This would be my very first day back on the courts since my accident.
In all honesty, I was a little nervous and anxious as I began to slowly maneuver run around the court. I kept looking down at my feet, searching for any sign of stay tennis balls that might be near me.
My husband throws a wicked serve and he was having no mercy at all 🙂 After about thirty minutes, he had me pacing back an forth, totally out of breath, and sweating like a crazy woman.
The more I ran around the court, the more comfortable I began to feel. I was so excited to actually be playing tennis again after such a long break. By the end of the hour, I felt my confidence coming back.
As I sat down to write this morning, I thought maybe some of you might be asking, “Where Have You Been?”. I just checked and my last blog post was almost a month ago. That is just unthinkable in the blogging world and I owe you all a huge apology.
I didn’t plan to go this long without writing. In fact, I’ve thought about writing each day. So much has happened over the last few weeks and I can’t wait to share some things I’ve learned through the process. This is our fourth move in four and a half years. A girl is bound to learn some things about moving when it becomes an annual event for her.
Even though I wanted to write, the busyness of our move kept getting in the way.
All those overloaded moving boxes kept staring at me every time I went in and out of our garage. My husband was also “encouraging” me along. He was chewing at the bit to park his dual cab truck in the garage and all those boxes with my nice little decorations were in his way. Come to think of it, I’m not sure if I was more motivated by the idea of having everything unpacked and in its proper place or by the fact that Keith was driving me bananas about that doggone truck of his.
Now that we’re all settled in, my goal is to blog 2-3 times a week. I wish I could blog more but quite honestly, writing doesn’t come easy to me at all. I always thought that since I’m rarely at a lost for words when talking that writing would be super simple. That is surely not the case.
Just like stepping on that tennis court last week, I’m feeling a little apprehensive about writing. A little nervous and anxious about my content and choice of words. Hopefully, I’ll become more comfortable with time and practice. Hopefully, I’ll begin to enjoy it like so many of my friends who write regularly.
I’m curious about something. Does writing come easily for you? Do you have a blog of your own? If so, please send me your link as I’d love to check it out. How long have you been writing? Does writing get easier the more you do it? Everyone keeps telling me that I have to “find my own voice”. Well, it’s safe to say, that I haven’t found it yet…I’m still looking.
Any of your suggestions about blogging would be great. I’d really love to get your feedback on this.