Saturday, December 17, 2005

Home Sweet Home

Surrounding oneself in the rush of the everyday high schooler’s life can take focus off the things that really matter. Not to worry high school senior you will find your first semester that focus quickly changes. I didn’t see that when I was leaving. I was SO excited to get out of Colorado. Boy did that change after a week in the dorm with my new roommate! I don’t adapt well to change. Especially one as drastic as that one. It hit me pretty hard. One thing I did learn, I had to grow up fast. To be able to handle Division 1 athletics, academics, and living in a big city took a big step from me. I was already pretty independent and headstrong but you can only be those things to an extent when you have a parent’s watchful eye glued to your every move. I am ecstatic about coming home. I have run images of Colorado in my head ever since I started to miss it and it feels like I am there now. Only 1600 miles away in my little dorm room dreaming I was climbing Grays and Torreys, or skiing down Mary Jane with Trav, playing 18 holes at Ute Creek, or just sitting in my house enjoying the company of my family, all of these things seem like just memories and it saddens me. I dream of a life from the past. I try to look ahead but I see something completely different. I counsel God on the issue, I hear Him say something like ‘be still and keep your eyes toward the heavens’. However, within me is a constant struggle of being molded into what God has planned and trying to live in the past, of good times and no responsibility. It seems great but God has more in store.

Ah, there’s nothing like growing up. I didn’t think it was going to be scary. I don’t really know what I thought it would entail but with all those responsibilities come greater joys. Whatever those may be remains undetermined but I don’t find myself worrying; just excited to get home to see my family and friends. Excited to go back to the place I’ve spent my entire life living in.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Finally

Well, I am finally home. I got here Monday night at 11ish and surprised Trav. Then yesterday surprised my parents! It was great, I am so glad to be home! I will have another blog up in a couple days. School is over, that makes me the happiest!!!!!

I LOVE COLORADO!!!

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Leave With a Bang


The wind is blowing. My eyes water. The last day of the 5A State Championship is here. It's cold but I don't mind. I play better while others think of excuses. I am one shot back but not a bit worried. I run through my game plan again and again in my head watching the other girls tee off. I try and track down my team on the course. We are two ahead with one day to play. If we hold on, it will be Stephanie and my fourth state championship. We have had our eyes on this the whole year. Our team has overcome so many things to be here, to be in this position. I look behind me and see my support system for the last 7 years. My mom, my dad, Keith, Trav, Cheryl, Jenny. They are all here. This is my day. I am so confident nothing fades me. My group is called to the tee, the wind still blowing fiercely as if trying to test me. My gaze softens, my head clears, I reach for my ever trusty 5-wood and put my hands on the club. I take a practice swing and I feel effortless power. I look at my competitors. I can see they are nervous and uneasy, but I am not; not here. Not on our home course. Not anywhere for that matter. All the work I've put in in the last 7 years has been tedious and time consuming but this makes it all worth it. My heart starts to race. I step onto the first tee and they announce my name. All the practice, the running, the mental work, its all time to put it together and make a solid exit from my high school golf career. No more playing in anyone's shadow, no waiting for my turn because today it is here. I line up my shot, breathe softly, step into the zone and a try to hit my first shot with everything I've got. The ball comes off the club with a pow and everyone claps. And we're off, the round starts. Its game time.