Last Wednesday night I met up with some co-workers to play volleyball in an urban league. I have played volleyball once in the last year, but played ALL THE TIME before I moved here. I love that we have a team at work! I felt like I played really badly, but they told me I did well. I blame my feelings of inadequacy on having essentially not played in a year. I miss my sand volleyball days from grad school! Wednesday nights were my favorite nights. About 20 of us would meet up at a nearby church with car sterios on full blast and beers. We played for hours. I will never forget the night it started to rain and we decided to play anyway, we played while it poured. My shirt was too thin and light, so I borrowed one from a guy friend. Those are some happy memories!
Thursday when I was getting ready for work I noticed that my forearms were bruised and I couldn’t quite decide how I would have done that the night before. Later that day I realized my red and blue bruises were proof of my setting skills. I can’t swing worth a darn, I always hit square into the net, but I sure can set, so that was my roll all night. I honestly enjoy having that responsibility.
My bruises are gone, now, but I was just given a copy of the team schedule. Very few are handed out to a very select few. I can now plan ahead and arrange to attend all the games with a team who wants me there. I’m so excited for more happy memories to be made!