Year One: The Mistakes Edition
Darn tootin', Louisa May! I celebrated the last day of 2014 by playing about two hours of doubles tennis. This is an activity I thoroughly enjoy. Except on New Years Eve 2014. There were two players on the court who were basically angry gray storm clouds. Whenever a ball was hit out of bounds or into the net, the air grew tense. Mouths thinned. Eyes grew grimmer. Even when a ball went over, but it thunked instead of whizzed, they called themselves names or, if someone else did it, said, "Well, aren't you lucky?" Yeah. They were quite the awful pair. They didn't seem to care that most of those missed balls were at the start of our session, when we were warming up and getting the rhythm down. And when we were warmed up and started doing some pretty awesome volleys? They didn't give much of a sh*t. Their eyes, mouths, and basic states of being were pretty much toxic cesspools of Negative Nelly-ism. And this brings me to the purpose of this blog: ...