The Great Florida Trip of 2012- Days Eight and Nine
I'm in a reflective mood right now as I sit on my faux tempurpedic bed. It's probably one of the most comfortable beds I've slept on as far as hotel beds go. I'm very relaxed and am thinking of drifting off into a nice peaceful sleep. One of those night's sleeps that is continuous, no getting up and going to the bathroom that sort of thing. Just fall asleep then wake up refreshed and renewed. I felt that way today, a bit refreshed a bit renewed. One of the reasons I didn't blog on day eight, well, THE reason why I didn't blog was because of how tired I was. I literally had a five hour tennis lesson. My coach fed me tennis balls for five hours in the hot Florida sun. My face was torched. I didn't even feel it until later. My face hurt when I got up this morning, a reminder of those hours. Those five glorious hours. I love concentrating on a particular task, especially if it's a fun one. I like the feeling of shutting out the entire rest of the world and working my ass off to accomplish the correct way to hit a world class forehand. It reminds me of the days when that's all that mattered, when all thoughts were tennis. I still think that way to some extent but I'm realistic. Back then I had hopes and dreams, goals yet to be completed. A whole world in front of me with the sky being the limit. I had visions. I had pictures of me playing in grand stadiums in front of huge crowds, living the life. I also pictured myself traveling around Europe playing low level tournaments, slogging it out on the red clay. It's different over there, the clay. It's pure and has been part of history. Kings probably walked over the ground from which the clay was taken. I thought, whatever tennis had in store for me or wherever it took me I'd be happy just playing the game, hitting groundies somewhere in this world.
In a sense, tennis has brought me here to Florida. Doing the comedy thing was just an excuse, a convenient explanation if you will for me to make the trek south.
I admit, there was a side of me in the beginning that was optimistic and saw this trip as perhaps a jump start in comedy, a new attitude, a chance to prove to myself that I am able to do well away from the comfort zone of home. Well, at this point, I really don't care. Situations, past events and circumstances have affected my thinking. This way of thinking, not caring, may bode well in next week's shows. What do I have to lose? What does it matter? I'm indifferent when looking forward to them. They are what they are, just moments in time and I can only control just one thing. Me.
Until then, I have a forehand to perfect.
In a sense, tennis has brought me here to Florida. Doing the comedy thing was just an excuse, a convenient explanation if you will for me to make the trek south.
I admit, there was a side of me in the beginning that was optimistic and saw this trip as perhaps a jump start in comedy, a new attitude, a chance to prove to myself that I am able to do well away from the comfort zone of home. Well, at this point, I really don't care. Situations, past events and circumstances have affected my thinking. This way of thinking, not caring, may bode well in next week's shows. What do I have to lose? What does it matter? I'm indifferent when looking forward to them. They are what they are, just moments in time and I can only control just one thing. Me.
Until then, I have a forehand to perfect.
Posted by Tony Moschetto at 1/21/2012 12:44 AM 
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
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