I am worn out, people.
After almost an entire month of traveling, dining, freaking out, and counting prayers, the postseason has begun. Now come the national team scrimmages, which begin tonight with a closed match. And the parade! Oh, the parade. Every day at work, people talk to me about the parade.
The national team has been practicing at Gampel with Dad, and the USA honchos have been over at my house for the past few days for dinner. It all culminated in a big shindig last night with the team also showing up, which was a bit nervewracking for me. On one hand it was really great to see Swin, Tina, Kalana and Renee, but on the other hand the amount of basketball greatness was overwhelming. At one point, Todd leaned in and said to Jenna and I “There are seriously some phenomenal people in your living room.” I mean, where else am I going to watch Monica Wright, Jantel Lavender, and Kayla Pederson watch VH1 on my basement TV while upstairs Dawn Staley is eating my mom’s spinach penne?
One perk of the evening? I finally got to meet Kara Lawson, which was fantastic. She had come over for dinner a few months ago, but due to a date, I was absent. That fellow hasn’t stuck around, but thankfully Kara has. We talked at such lengths, she missed her bus back to campus!
One person I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself to was Jayne Appel. I’ve heard nothing but unadulterated praise about her from Dad for years, and it was my chance to just say hello and tell her I thought she was very brave for continuing to play in the amount of pain she was in. Unfortunately, that did not come to pass. Debbie Ryan and Sherri Coale came over as well, which made me very happy. Those two are fantastic. I’ve known Debbie since I was born, so it was really great to see her and catch up. She told me that she and her husband read my blog, which was a bit surreal to hear. So, hi Debbie!
Another thing that is surreal? The fact that a year ago, I moved to New York City on a wing and a prayer and a very big makeup case, only to move home less than six months later with my tail in between my twenty pounds slimmer legs after realizing my dream may not have been what God had planned for me. It was the most difficult decision I have ever made in my life. I sometimes wonder what could have been, and these last six months have been tremendously difficult both mentally and physically. I have been through career shifts, employment trouble, and an eating disorder I’m still trying to navigate. But you know what? Family is created for times like these. It’s like what Dory says in that amazing Pixar film about a father trying to find his son.
When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…