Taking Weekend Tennis Seriously

I have accepted that this won’t be the year I am debt-free. ?

I am, however, patting myself on the back for being able to foresee a global pandemic breaking out, and my decision to live in my parents’ house was obviously in preparation for it. Such advance preparation!

I did tell myself that if I didn’t publish a blog post during this lockdown-ish period, it was a wake-up call regarding my time management skills.

That conversation happened about a week into the first shelter-in-place edict. Two months later, my area has since seen a second such order…and now an ease into Phase I II for “re-opening Texas safely” so whenever this entry is finally published, it’ll have more to do with my lucking into a finished piece thanks to the continued time off…and then a gradual return to some semblance of pre-COVID-19 life routines…than from any actual sit-down, planned out resolve.

Speaking of “planned out,” you, dear reader, no doubt had big goals that have been dashed for 2020, and as a reader of this blog, you also, no doubt, had high hopes for your tennis game that have been dashed for 2020. Someone joked to me the other day a week and a half ago a month ago that this all came about because she allowed herself to get excited about the upcoming summer when she’d be joining two whole USTA teams, getting to play/practice more, and perhaps regaining the form that made her a two-time USTA Adult Nationalist.

Naturally then the USTA would have no choice but to cancel the entire year of league competition because of a terribly contagious and life-threatening virus that has disrupted normal life all over the world.

…which means I’ll still be a 4.5 at the end of 2020.