A chill November wind whips through, and I see several people pull their jackets tighter. The winds were whistling; the leaves were rustling. Watching my teammate face our school’s toughest competitor, my coach and our team kept our eyes on the ball at all times. This was the last match of the season, and we needed this point in order to advance to playoffs. We were tied 3-3. We needed this game. All eyes were on our teammate. She was facing the toughest tennis opponent in our county.
This season was filled with a mixed of emotions. The highs and the lows. The wins and loses. This was a dark time period for me because I felt very lost. Of course I loved some of the memories with my teammates sophomore year in high school, but I felt lost because I did not know what I was passionate about. Whether it was this sport or whether it was singing, I felt that I needed to begin finding my passion in life. There were times that I felt every day was just repetitive. The same schedule, waking up, tennis, showering. The shower was where I reflected a lot because I found it very peaceful and quiet, a place where I can really step into my inner thoughts and start thinking about what I wanted in life.