Bake for 45 minutes at 350

So three and a half hours of tennis yesterday have landed me in the land of sore feet. And sore everything else. And after a small (or not so small) lecture from my coach, I am humbly back on track with my lessons. I got a great reward yesterday morning when I ran to my lesson (YES! I ran!) and ran into an old friend from college who was running in the park and who is meeting me for a game in the morning! A fun treat.

My coach last night gave me the lecture. I was so tired and frustrated that I really heard (and hurt). You rrrush. You try to move too fast, too hard, You trying to cook something that takes 45 minutes but open the oven every five minutes. Is it done? Is it done? Is it done? And it's true. I am used to being able to pick something up quickly and this is not a quick pick up. And neither is THE THING. This is a process and it changes all the time. I have become ridiulously competitive and fiercly impatient. That doesn't serve me at all. I am so thankful today for lessons from the universe.