EVERY NEW BEGINNING COMES FROM SOME OTHER BEGINNING’S END

Let's get real, nobody truly likes change—endings can be as frightening as beginnings. Transformation is tiring, messy, uncomfortable and often complicated. Change forces us to confront the skeletons clattering about in the closet and causes the things we bury to reanimate and make their way through the sludge until they breach the surface. I've played house… Continue reading EVERY NEW BEGINNING COMES FROM SOME OTHER BEGINNING’S END

A STATE OF LIMBO

give it all up

Volleyball was a large part of my life, until the day it stopped being fun. The slide was gradual but it happened, eventually, because there came a time when going to practice became a chore. Prepping for game day turned into an errand I didn't want to run. Teammates weren't enjoyable to be around. I… Continue reading A STATE OF LIMBO

IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)

Manhattan bridge run

It's all right. No, it's not. What the hell? Move your feet! I feel every dimple and ridge. Softened canvas yields as I shuffle. The lights flicker bile yellow and slush grey, with a few shards of off-white (star-bursting) raining down if my head snaps back too quickly. There is only chaos until I settle in… Continue reading IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)

TOO MUCH/NOT ENOUGH

too much not enough

I worked at Champs Sports during high school, when being 'too much' or 'not enough' was a thing. When we, as young people, tested learned ideas on each other. We gleefully recycled socialized fallacies about men and women. Notions that were outdated, ignorant, and cutting. Volleyball was my religion at the time. I also ran track and… Continue reading TOO MUCH/NOT ENOUGH