A friend’s enthusiasm, a coincidence, and whim serendipitously merged into a moment that would bring happiness that I couldn’t have suspected. Having swatted at a fuzzy ball only a few times in my life, I lacked the basic knowledge of the game of tennis, therefore any real interest. Just recently, someone defined tennis as a game where two people hit a ball back and forth until someone misses, and although I cannot accept that as even the most basic explanation, there was I time when I could. Ironically, the person who said this enjoys watching Nascar, which is just a game where people drive in a circle until they crash into a wall. ;)
I started playing last summer (from not being able to keep the ball in the court), and I began tennis lessons this week, so it appears I’m committed on some level to improve my game. Perhaps it’s just my “interest of the week” considering how quickly I bounce from one thing to another, but I’m not going to let that stop me from enjoying it as if it’s something I’ll stick with for a long time. Next post: I'm a scuba diver!
