I miss having scrapes on my knees...

I looked down at my knees today, and noticed that they are absent of scrapes. I haven't made any additions to my collection of scars in years.

What does this say about my life? I'm not active enough? I'm not adventurous enough? I love being outdoors. Why don't I get out there more?

Dallas is all about cars. We drive everywhere here. Whether our destination is across the street or 30 minutes away, we're taking our cars.

But this does not excuse me from walking, from running, from moving.

I miss having scrapes on my knees... So I'm gonna go out and get some.

Decay

This is what I used to be able to do:

I'm in the white jersey!

I struggle with the fact that I no longer play volleyball every day. The sport used to take up hours and hours of my week, and leave bloody bruises on my hips, but you know what? Four years later, there's still no feeling in the world like scoring a crucial point or making an unbelievable save. 

I miss being part of a team. I miss pushing myself beyond my limits. I miss struggling, gasping for air, telling myself "I'm almost there." I miss the physical challenge with which volleyball provided me. I miss the pride associated with being a player for a national team, and the rush that came from wearing my team's colors and logo in front of the competition. I miss knowing that I killed myself to get somewhere. I crave that feeling.