I knew a woman who had lived in one town for decades. Then she moved to a new address 10miles away. She drove past more than one grocery store to shop at the old store she was used to.<\/p>\n
Familiar is so nice. How does it get better than that?<\/p>\n
Wanting something better means I have to go outside what’s familiar and try something new.<\/p>\n
Years ago me and a friend tried out the neighborhood tennis court. She said she’d played once, and I never had. We found some rackets at a thrift store and some tennis balls and set to it.<\/p>\n
I knew what tennis was supposed to look like. Toss up a bouncy green ball in the air. Swat it with a round racket, and the ball sails over the net. The other person runs, swats it back over and a swanlike game ensues.<\/p>\n
So I threw the ball up, swung my racket and watched the ball bounce at my feet.<\/p>\n
Whoops.<\/p>\n
This time throw the ball higher.<\/p>\n
I was not good at this. We began to lower our sights from playing a game to just returning a serve.<\/p>\n
It was Hard! And I was not good at it.<\/p>\n
I never played tennis again.<\/p>\n
But that is still one of my favorite memories.<\/p>\n
I can try new things. And I can be not very good at it. But I can have a lot of fun and move on.<\/p>\n
I might move on to something comfortable and familiar. But I’m willing to try something less convenient too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I knew a woman who had lived in one town for decades. Then she moved to a new address 10miles away. She drove past more than one grocery store to shop at the old store she was used to. Familiar … Continue reading