love-40

On days like these, I feel as though I am on a tennis court with balls being lobbed at me left and right: prom, birthdays, sports, spring concerts, summer plans--and I have only a few seconds to react. Sometimes, I hit the ball with the sweet-spot on my racquet and send it soaring over the net to the astonishment of all around, including myself. Other times, it bounces off the rim of my racquet and either falls short of the net or veers off wildly onto someone else's court. Still other times I miss the ball entirely and it comes down with a mind-numbing thump right on the top of my head.