I’m not very good
Every now and then I make a good shot and it surprises the hell out of me.
People are happy for me when I do something right, and tell me it’s okay when I screw up.
So, why do I play tennis?
Because their words of encouragement last me for the rest of the day, sometimes for a couple of days.
When I’m fucking up this whole widow/single parent thing, somehow I hear a whisper;
“Good job, you almost got it!”. Or “It’s okay, you tried!”. Or “Take a step up, so you’re ready next time!”
When I’m having a good day at home and I feel happy and the kids are happy, important decisions were made or tasks completed I hear;
“You’re there, you’re there—Yay!!”, or “Woohoo! We won!” Or “Great Job!”
Somehow it all translates to the rest of my day, and the words get repeated silently whenever I need to hear them.
“We know for a fact that our bodies store trauma. We also know that movement is critical to the healing process.” – Michelle,OneFitWidow
And movement combined with words of encouragement are day – no, life changing.
😘 🎾
