tennis was my life from 5 till 17. the first year after quitting was amazing. i didn't have 5am alarms going off six days a week. i didn't have to cancel plans with friends. i could eat whatever i wanted, whenever i wanted. it was perfect. then one day i realized a year went by and i didn't have much to show for it. that realization scared me. the lack of daily responsibility allowed for plenty of fun nights but stunted my growth. i lost my purpose for making tomorrow matter. i spent three years after that trying to figure out what my strengths/passions beyond tennis were. i boxed, i surfed, and was a grip on short film sets. after a talk with my mom, i settled into the idea that i was going to be a screenwriter. spoiler alert!! that didn't work out. i cried about that for awhile.
then music found me. and at a time when i needed it most. so i'll always be grateful to be an artist because a creation of mine can have the same affect on someone else.