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Just. . . I can't even. . . wow! ! !


Thursday, October 04, 2012

What seems now like three lifetimes ago, I was a tennis player. The little skirt, the high school body, the lungs of... I don't know someone who doesn't pant running to their car from the mall in the summer. I was an athlete. And I started this journey because I genuinely miss being an athlete. Maybe I won't get back to where I once was (it was again a long time ago), but I am confident that I can get a lot closer than I currently am.

Over the weekend, I was heading to my local park and my car went on autopilot, 20 minutes out of the way, to visit my old tennis courts. I just walked around and took a few photographs. The court felt welcoming under my feet as I stood thanking however I ended up there. All of a sudden it starts to pour. I race toward my car (not out of breath, cool!) and realize I had dropped my keys. I run back and a small old man who reminded me of (although he looked nothing like) my grandfather stops me to ask if I was the one who had dropped my keys. Someone picked them up and they were in the clubhouse. He assured me twice that someone above was looking out for me. Certainly so.

That night I have a dream where I am singing (which I do often) (see my profile picture) in a room full of books. More on that in a minute.

Two days later, I am on Facebook checking out the wall and a friend of mine posts his support of this book on coaching he had just read. It was written by my old tennis coach.

Being in the mood I am in I google the old coach and see what he's up to and it turns out he is speaking in my town the very next day (last night!) in the Public Library. He's a motivational speaker now, and to make a point that we are all capable of changing our own lives he asks "who here can sing?"

Well of course everyone CAN sing (maybe just not well) but I have the only hand raised. So I am called up. To sing. In a room full of books.

Afterwards I went up to him, revealed my identity, told my story, the tennis, the weight loss, shared a moment I remember from my tennis day that impacted me and I bought a book on Self Improvement which he signed reaffirming that it's all already inside of me.

Just. . . I can't even. . . wow! ! !






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LYNSEYS06 10/4/2012 5:20PM

    emoticon I enjoyed reading this, good luck in getting your spring back in your step!.

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