EARN THE SKIRT

Growing up, I wasn’t much of a sporty girl, (dare I say a girly, girl?) I was usually last when chosen for sports, and I definitely wasn’t climbing trees, I still can’t do a cartwheel, but that’s probably a good thing. It’s not that I didn’t want to, I just never thought I was good enough, or I was afraid of failing, I’m also very impatient, wanting immediate results. It wasn’t until my early twenties that I discovered Jane Fonda (I know, dating myself again) and aerobic classes. I found my passion, fitness and music, it was a perfect match and I was good at it, so much so, I became an instructor and taught for 20 years!

Fast forward to now, I’ve met my guy, and he’s an avid tennis player, I might add, he looks smashing in his tennis whites too;) So what’s a girl to do? Take tennis lessons, of course!

Here we go…I’m learning to play tennis, a sport which involves “LOVE” so it has to be great, right?! I’ve always admired the game; a classic at its best. I was just ten years old when I took my first tennis lessons, I wore a pretty tag on my sneaker, allowing me access to the courts. For whatever reason, this was more amusing than the actual tennis game itself. Ok, so I wasn’t horrible at tennis, but I wasn’t great either.  Many more lessons followed over my lifetime; sadly, I never had the opportunity to play, nor did I improve. Practice! Practice! Practice!

I love watching tennis players and how they move on the court, so elegant in their tennis whites, making it look effortless. Guess what? It’s not easy; it was everything I could do to get that stupid little green ball over the net, so frustrating!

So here I am again, 45 years later, and another crack at the same little green ball. It’s still a challenge for me but, I think I’m getting the hang of it. My tennis instructor (god help him) has his work cut out for him, trust me on this. We’re using a lot of terms, like, “hand, hip, catch, now keep your elbow in!”. My backhand is a two-hand grip. Basically, it’s a left-handed forehand. My instructor tells me “draw the sword, swing it, now look over your left elbow!” “Put it all together while looking elegant!” LOL! I’m trying to!!

shadow of woman playing tennis
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I love my tennis lessons, and if I do say so myself, I’ve come a long way, proving, I can do this! Very exciting, for the first time, I feel confident on the court, and yes, there will always be someone better than me, and that’s ok. Now that I have the proper tools, I’m not afraid of failing, I’m ready to take my game to the next level.

“Practice! Practice! Practice!”

All through life, we work hard hoping to land feet first at our final destination, wherever that destination may be. Now that I can confidently hit the ball, serve and return, it’s a great feeling of accomplishment, I’ve landed!  Seriously though, I have a long way to get to a level where I feel confident playing an actual game. It goes to show, if you put your mind into something, and commit, everything else will fall into place. I’ve had many moments lately, thinking about a few ambitions and agonizing about “why am I doing this?” It would be so easy to throw in the towel,  I need to stop listening to those outside noises, I am good enough. It’s important to have a purpose and be validated for those efforts. Plain and simple,  when we work hard towards a goal, we want to be rewarded…

“Earn the skirt” is a metaphor of sorts, it’s working towards a goal, which was; being able to properly play tennis. Donning the skirt wouldn’t have felt right if I didn’t reach my goal. I believe I’ve earned it, the reward being the tennis skirt, it’s the cherry on top, for my efforts. Will it make me a better tennis player? Too soon to tell, but, it might give me more confidence going forward, or an advantage when playing tennis with my guy;)

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One thought on “EARN THE SKIRT

  1. Hmmmm… this topic sounds familiar. Why? My girl is learning to play tennis, so she can play with me. Now, she is taking it slow, is a little afraid to get out on the court with me. She watched me play quite a bit the past few weeks, as my son and I were partners for a league, then the tournament that followed. We won together two years ago, then I won again last year with another partner. My son couldn’t make the final match of this year’s tournament, but my fill in partner played well and managed to lose in a tie breaker (after being up 4-0 in the final set). Great to see you so happy and healthy!

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