What makes me happy

On a bright sunny day there is nothing more soul satisfying than the pop of the ball coming off your racquet and seeing it fly across the net and hit the court with a resounding thud.

My dad picked up wooden racquets at a garage sale and that started our road to tennis. When I was younger I played almost every day with my siblings in the summer. We would play after dinner until it was too dark to see. However, somewhere after university life got too busy and I let almost 10 years pass without picking up my tennis racquet. Recently, a friend asked me to play with him and I was hesitant at first because it had been so long since I had played and worried that I had forgotten how. It took about 5 minutes for me to realize that tennis and I should never have taken a break. Being out on the court really makes me happy. Admittedly, there are moments when I get frustrated when I miss the ball or hit the net but there are also those moments when I make the cross court winner or when I move my opponent from one side of the court to the other. I know it is not very nice but is satisfying.

I think I have rekindled my love affair with my racquet. Now to perfect the backhand and serve.