Stepping onto the Tennis Court at 44

Playing Tennis@my apartment complex

Like many things in life, starting a new activity can be daunting at first. Today was my first tennis lesson, and at 44 years old, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Sure, I’d hit a few balls back in the day, but formal training? That was a whole new ball game.

Here’s the thing: I’ve learned a pattern when picking up new skills. There’s a struggle at the beginning, then things get smoother, followed by a…