My wife put her hand to my head and asked if I was feeling alright after I mentioned that it had been a couple of days since I had published a story. I understood her sarcasm quite well since it has been more than a year since that had taken place. After all, writing is my passion. At least it is at this point in my life.
In my younger days, it was the games themselves and not just writing about them that carried my full attention. I used to love everything about getting onto the court, field or diamond and testing my skills against those of others. It was a natural high that I could get multiple times a day and I couldn’t ever get enough. Some weeks I played as many as 15 games between basketball, soccer and softball and that went on for the majority of my 20’s. It was a wonderful time of life that I will never forget.
I was able to catch a small glimpse of that life the last two days as I got to step on the softball field on back-to-back nights and it helped me to realize a couple a things. The first is that I am no longer the athlete that I used to be. All of the injuries I suffered and played through have taken their toll on me. I can’t run or jump or move the way I once did and that can be very frustrating to me. That’s probably why I don’t play as much as before (along with the fact that my job doesn’t allow me the time).
The games are still fun, and I love to see old friends, but I don’t get the same satisfaction or thrill. I guess it’s because I am no longer as good as I once was and that is hard to take. But I can say, that I am one of the lucky ones. I am still able to spend plenty of time with the sports I love through my writing. That has made it much easier for me to give up my days of living on the court without losing my passion for something I have loved for so long.