I had a flash back today to life on the playground as I slid across the tennis court and skinned my leg/knee. Do you remember those days? Running around carefree, the only moments of harshness being those few moments when time seemed to pass so slow as you saw the pavement of the playground coming closer to your body inch by inch. Then your teacher coming to check on you.

Today, I had no teacher, but my 6'4 tennis partner actually coming to my side of the net with great concern in his manner as to my well being. It was an interesting moment. Then I remembered where I was as I saw a nursing student running up to the tennis court in her salwar kameez. I was almost embarrassed at the thought of her seeing me take the tumble and thinking it was serious enough to come to my aid...thankfully she ran right by. Funny though...Indian girls never run...I wonder where she was going?

What is also interesting is that even though I won the match I felt no victory because I did not play well. I wonder what that says about my personality? Today I simply got tired of playing terrible and managed a come back from being down 4-1 to winning the set 6-4. Is that the way life is sometimes...we just get tired of where we are/what we are so we make a change. Some how, though, my manner changed along with it...the tone of the match changed...we both walked back to the office in silence...back to our separate duties(for me, ha ha) to finish our day without another word.

Also, today a great friend of mine turned 50. She was upset about it. I found myself wondering how I am going to feel when I turn 50? I don't know if I will be upset or not...I kinda hope it is as exciting for me as the day I found my first white hair. What makes us dread getting old? Why is turning 50 a bad thing? Or 30, or 40...all those ages where people are unhappy that another birthday is coming...
Right now, I think it will be great to be old and hopefully wiser. Sitting in my rocking chair on the porch harassing my gran chillun.