A Better Game
I’m noticing a shift lately… A lot of the ideas I once thought were true for me as a person don’t seem to be true anymore…
I used to think I needed to be “the best” in the room. I’m competitive by nature, and by virtue of having grown up with an identical twin whom I was constantly being compared to. In our family in general , we’re all pretty good at most of the things we try to do.
I used to play tennis. I was self taught… I saw my brother playing with my dad, and I wanted to play too. I spent hours hitting the ball against the wall of the racquet ball court, trying to hit it at least one more time than the previous volley… And once I could keep the ball in play, I started playing with dad.
He told my mom I ran like a deer, and I even wrote a short story about it as a Freshman in high school. I was proud to play with dad.
One day, he told me that it’s good for me to play with him, and any other experienced player, so I can play a better game.
I realize I’ve gotten to a place with my writing where I’m comfortable, and now I’m ready to play a better game.
–Sue
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