Running around for a couple of hours playing tennis contributes to a steady state of ebullience.
Thank you for the wins, today and every day since I’ve known you.
“Every day I set forth on an odyssey.”
I wrote my daughters a letter all about the chunkiness of the pozole and how happy about their birthday I felt while playing tennis.
I can go wherever and do whatever I want. I feel the thrill of this privilege and also a responsibility for making the most of it while I can.
The mural shows a grandstand of colorfully attired people cheering you on even though you do plop balls down right in the middle of the court…
What better way to learn than by playing?
Even though I am in my sixties, my life is still improving.
I might have dug down for some extra “You’re better than that, let’s prove it” type of grit…
Pickleball looks like playing ping pong standing on the table. How could you not like that?