I haven’t played tennis for over a month. This is surprising because I play tennis every single day. I’ve been caught up with hospital work, injections, paintings, blogs, friends, dentist appointments that I didn’t get the chance to hit a single ball. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m sure I could go back to playing tennis any day and ignore hospital work, injections, paintings, and etc. It was just a nice change to have something different to do. But when I watched players battle it out in Wimbledon, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing.
Out of all the things I know I am capable of, I know I could hit a tennis ball. It’s in my blood. It’s practically embedded in my soul. Holding a tennis racket is like having an extra arm. I know what it could do and how I could make it do it. The tennis court is my stage, my arena, and my battlefield. If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s definitely tennis.
Being confused is not the best feeling in the world. We get furious, annoyed, and disheartened. For the past few days, I’ve been grappling over career paths and majors. I felt utterly lost. But today, I decided to hold my tennis racket again. And in spite of my newly formed calluses (I seriously need a new grip), I couldn’t keep my smile off my face. I feel in control again. I feel like I have everything together. Like the the tipping world was finally put in its place and balance. It feels great to hit a tennis ball! I’ve grown up playing tennis everyday, and it felt like I was finally paying a good friend a visit.
So if ever you find yourself losing your grip on something, hold out your hand to something you know won’t budge, which to me will always be tennis.