4 Reasons Why Tennis Is Vastly Underrated

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I was recently asked by my cousins why I play such a weak sport like tennis. Granted, these are the same cousins who bought their most recent home based off the quality of the deer stand in the back yard—which if you didn’t know is a cage up in a tree used for hunting deer—to paint the tableau of who we are dealing with. The point remains however that plenty of people seriously underestimate how unique a sport tennis is. This comes to the constant exasperation of all the people out there who have played the sport and have realized all its complexities. Having grown up playing competitive tennis up to an NCAA college level, let me clear the air once and for all and fill all you non-tennis players in on everything you are missing.

1. The amount of athleticism involved.

People who don’t play tennis think that all…

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25 Heartbreaking Quotes That Explain What Having An Eating Disorder Is Like

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In all the years I’ve been a therapist, I’ve yet to meet one girl who likes her body. Mary Pipher
If I was going to be a woman, I would want to be as beautiful as possible. And they said to me, ‘Uh, that’s as beautiful as we can get you.’ And I went home and started crying to my wife, and I said, ‘I have to make this picture.’ And she said, ‘Why?’ And I said, ‘Because I think I’m an interesting woman when I look at myself on screen, and I know that if I met myself at a party, I would never talk to that character because she doesn’t fulfill, physically, the demands that we’re brought up to think that women have to have in order for us to ask them out.’ She says, ‘What are you saying?’ and I said, ‘There’s too many interesting women I…

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RIP Ned Vizzini

When I found out that one of my favorite authors, Ned Vizzini, had passed away I spent the next ten minutes doing several things. After softly whimpering “no” over and over and then subsequently screaming the word until my throat hurt, I cried. Tears streamed down my face over a lost author. No one wanted to hear about how upset I was. So I sat in my room and read. I read his words. The words he had once written or typed out. The words he carefully tended to while he was alive. Sentences that came from his feelings and undoubtedly caused him a bittersweet pain to relive. I read until I fell asleep. And, in my dreams I saw Ned, writing beautifully somber books even in the afterlife.

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There is no way you can prepare yourself for someone you admire’s apparent suicide. Ned Vizzini was a novelist whose young adult fiction, saved me throughout my teen years. When I was younger, I had a lot of feelings and catastrophic outbursts to match. I was 16, my best friend at the time, attempted suicide and my heightened teen emotions escalated quicker and higher than I could’ve ever imagined. I was scared and I was confused and I didn’t know what to do, or what to think or how to even handle my every day monotonous teen girl life anymore. I wore my combat boots and heavy eyeliner every day as a sort of shield from the outside world and I would repeat the cliche “no one understands me” on the regular, but then I found someone who did understand me. And that person was Ned Vizzini.


“What am I always going to…

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Your Plan Before Entering Target Vs. Your Shopping Cart After Leaving

This. Is. Brilliant.

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Detergent — that was all I needed. Tide Lavender probably, but who puts themselves in a box and commits their laundry to one particular fragrance in advance? Not this guy. Anyway, I’ve fallen victim to Target’s charming ways in the past, but have yet to find answers as to why. How do they do it? Enchanting magic? Hypnosis? Voodoo? Paranormal influence from the ghosts of dead customer service representatives? False hopes that we can expect more and pay less?

My budget for this particular trip was $7-ish, give or take a few bucks. Get in, grab detergent, glare lustfully at a clearance endcap and get out. Maybe treat myself to a candy bar or some gum at the checkout register, but be bashful. SPOILER ALERT: Upon exit I had spent $70.96 and left with 16 items, none of which were detergent. Here’s a shot of my Tide Lavender-less receipt:

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What Writer’s Block Would Look Like If It Were Described On WebMD

This is so ridiculously accurate…

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Writer’s Block: Overview

There are some who say “Writer’s Block does not exist,” and to those people I say, “Ugh, as if.”

Writer’s Block very much exists; it is simply misunderstood. It is not a lack of new ideas or inspiration. Instead, Writer’s Block is a direct result of negative emotions that interfere with the ability to create.

Writer’s Block is a mind game.

Remember when you were a kid and you were terrified of the monsters under your bed? It didn’t matter that your parents said there were no such thing as monsters. The only thing that mattered was that you perceived them to be real, and thus let your fear overwhelm you.

That’s what Writer’s Block is like. Just as the darkness clouded your perception of your bedroom, fear clouds your ability to take an idea and run with it.

If you are suffering from Writer’s Block, do…

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Afternoon

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Chilled, salty water laughed upon his glowing skin,

A black silhouette dancing toward danger.

The water’s froth bribed him in

When there seemed to be no one near.

 

His work and play became one and the same

As tiny pools of fish glimmered

In the light of the descending sun.

 

The busy city buzzed on shore

While he wished to float idly at sea.

 

The seagulls sang to the melody of the wind,

But he continued his tribal dance in the sand,

Lost in the rhythm of the waves.

Winter Break!

I’ve been home approximately 3 days from college on winter break and I’ve:

  • Visited my home friends
  • Visited relatives
  • Crocheted 2 scarves
  • Cooked about 6 meals
  • Baked a pie and cookies
  • Written a poem
  • Written in my journal
  • Unpacked clothing
  • Played in the snow
  • Done some research
  • Watched a movie with my family
  • Put up the Christmas tree and lights
  • Read a book
  • And so much more!

But, my favorite thing I’ve done since I’ve been home is hooping in the snow. I’ve been waiting over half a year for winter to arrive so that I could try my hand at hooping in my cold, frost-covered backyard. Today I decided it was time to cross this activity off my bucket list. As a bonus, it was a fantastic photo opportunity!

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It was everything I imagined it would be: refreshing, freeing, punishing, beautiful, slippery, and most of all relaxing. Hooping in the snow is completely different from hooping in the warmer months. My hands became cold fairly quickly. As the hoop would fall on my pink, icy skin I couldn’t help but smile. I thought about all the pain I have gone through in pursuit of this hobby. Whether it was falling on my bum while trying a one-legged trick, hitting myself in the face while I wasn’t paying attention, or cutting my thumb with scissors as I tried to remove tape from my hoop, I paid for this passion in many injuries. Ultimately, it was all worth it. I realized through this endeavor that I can truly do anything.

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I used to be deterred by what others would say. I’ve heard it all: That’s “stupid”, “a waste of time and money”, and “embarrassing”. But, you know what? I’m done caring about what other people think about what I choose to do with my life. I enjoy it, therefore I will continue kicking some serious butt at it.

If you don’t go after things you care about, what is the point to living?I will always do what makes me happy. I hope you do the same.

 

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