So this season of soccer has been abysmal. I hurt my knee in November, so I've only played two games this season and the chances of me playing anymore are slim to none. It's been hard not being able to participate. You lose a little bit of camaraderie with your team mates since your not there to experience the same things they are. I have to watch every game and I'm not able to attend practices.
What's even sadder is that we're getting our butts kicked. I mentioned back in September that we moved up a division and I had high hopes for us. Well we're not doing so well. We've played nine games and we've only won one. Worse is that we haven't even scored in the other eight.
It's been hard to watch, BUT and this is a big BUT, I still wish I was playing. Even though we're getting out played and it's a little demoralizing. I would do anything to be on the pitch kicking a ball with my friends.
The same goes for writing.
Writing is hard. There are times when you stare at a blank screen for hours not knowing what to write. Only to later spend hours, days, and weeks rewriting what you had already spent hours, days, and weeks writing in the first place. Then there's the critiquing process where what you think what you've written is wonderful only to find out that it isn't. And finally rejection, which can sometimes be demoralizing. But even though writing is tough and sometimes I feel like I'm getting my butt kicked, I still want to play.