There are nights I go to bed thinking “Tennis is the only thing I am good at.” There are mornings I only wake up because tennis is a part of my day. And while I know rationally, logically that tennis is not the only thing I am good at, I do derive most of… Continue reading Love for Life, Tennis, and Self
The old journal from when I was a child is a fabric covered book with a repeating, teddy bear design. There is a scratch and sniff sticker with an anthropomorphised slice of pizza on it that states “Good job.” An understanding of the different struggles that I faced as a child are evidenced on the… Continue reading Journaling
I want to get better. I want not to struggle through each day. It is so taxing and tiring. Everyday I just want to get back to my couch, romanticizing the time at night with all the lights out and just the TV and me. I do love certain things in my life, like tennis,… Continue reading The Eye in the Storm of Struggle
I always hated this point in the summer growing up. I knew it was time to go back to school because the Little League World Series was on TV. Once I saw Williamsport, PA, it felt like the fat lady was backstage. So much fun was behind us…Camp at Derby Academy, our 2 week long… Continue reading Childhood Summer Quick Vignettes
Kara Jackman 