I hit that ball back and forwards

It was like one of those meme's one would read while scrolling through their facebook feed. 2.4 million likes. What you think you look like when dancing ( a sexy Beyonce swinging her hips) and what you really look like dancing (a hot mess). It was always the same for me. This time it was tennis. When I watched the others play I confidently thought, I can do that. It's not just my mind egging me on but my whole body working in unison, ensuring me, we have what it takes. We have got this. Its never got this. But I don;t learn. The family had all finished eating lunch, sitting around a picnic table in Ferny Creek Reserve. Some how food always managed to taste bolder, fresher, when eaten outdoors. My eldest nephew wanted to play another round of tennis. With the youngest two off with their Dad, riding their bikes around the expansive open space, it left the four of us. Perfect for a game of doubles, no one gets left out. I was both elated and terrified. In my mind it sounded life the perfect Sunday afternoon, just some tennis with the family, outside in the sun, hitting the ball back and forwards. But the little voice in my head, the one I rarely listen to, was having a fit. Knowingly telling me that for all reasons of dignity to put the racket down!

Thankfully I had my brand new girlfriend jeans, imitation Gucci belt, khaki casual tee, leather sandals from our recent trip to Hawaii & these gold hoop earrings with tiny coloured feathers. Some may not think this was the best outfit for tennis but the power of a new pair of jeans really is infinite. I felt good. Something that we occasionally think but are frowned upon to say? I looked damn good. To Me! And that's where it counts right? I felt good, so I was more open to trying something different. Something that I knew I was going to SUCK at, in front of people who I care deeply about their opinion of me.

I spent most of the time whacking away at air, the ball miles from my racket. One of the rare times I got near it I someone managed to hit the ball into my face (Which I still stand by the point it takes true skill to accomplish)

My husband and his family is one of the blessings I count before bed. They laughed when I laughed but for most of the time were patient and supportive.

The best part of the day was just having fun. I wonder at what age do you stop trying things or doing things your no good at? It's got something to do with puberty, when you become embarrassed of giving something a go? But surely once we are all grown up we would return to just having fun? I feel like as an adult you only spend time on the fields you have talent in. Isn't that boring! We never get out of our safety box. So put it on the calendar, next weekend, do something you suck at!