A few weeks ago I wrote about hating volleyball. I’m not sure I conveyed the depth of feeling I experienced in the post.
Very little about being in the gym is exciting or desireable. I enjoy interacting with the girls and it’s fun to see them make progress, but little else.
Two nights ago I ran a practice where only six girls came. We focused on some very specific things, and they made some progress.
There was a glimmer of light in my mind. I left slightly happier than I’d entered the gym. Maybe it’s possible to regain that love. Maybe the passion for it will return.
That’s possibly dependent on me choosing to enjoy the time while I’m there and not expecting it to be entertained by volleyball, but actively engage in it and try to improve my attitude.