Not Just A Tennis Lesson

There is something about the civility of a tennis match that always leaves me in awe. Yes, we know that by tennis  standards the New York crowd is considered a bit louder than most, even the fans who are just visiting. But every time I am lucky enough to visit the US Open Tennis Center in Flushing I continue to be amazed by the quiet that descends on the  stadium  as all eyes are fixed on the player serving. The sound of "ssh" until there is such an absence of noise that  I am  convinced you could  hear a pin drop.

I reveled in that Monday. I got lucky.  Through the graciousness and generosity of two dear friends I was offered a ticket to the US Open Men's tennis final.  As if that wasn't enough good fortune for one day, the gift of the rain delay was that we were able to sneak down to the lower levels and view the end of the match courtside.

It was hard not to be astounded by the 23,000 plus in attendance and how amenable and polite everyone was, even with the rain. Whether you were cheering for Rafael Nadal or Novak Djokovic you clapped when you witnessed a great shot. There were no boos to be heard anywhere. Spectators smiled at each other even from opposing sides of the fence.

I wondered, why is it so hard for us to act like this in our every day lives? In this crazy world we live in everyone is always "slamming" each other, whether it is a Democrat and Republican or business in competition with each other.  So few seem to concentrate on playing their best game to their strengths.  Instead they resort to verbal attacks, often unfounded and frequently taken out of context. It gets so noisy that I am thinking these political and business players are unable to hear themselves think. Which may be the reason so many of them say such ridiculous things and forget about concentrating on doing good work.

Rafael and Novak had the luxury of the quiet they demand.  They didn't have to listen to endless commentary about what they were doing right or wrong and the predictions on the outcome. They didn't have to waste time defending their actions and literally take their eye off the ball.  In the absence of noise, they could focus on doing their job, playing tennis as if their life depended on it and trusting that even if they lost, they had played well and lost to an opponent they admired and respected.

At the awards ceremony Monday evening as each player was presented his trophy they acknowledged the other for a match well played.  They exhibited something rarely seen these days.
Humility. Respect. Civility. Manners.

There is a lot more to learn watching professional tennis than just how to hit the ball.

What do you think?
Is there too much noise out there?
Are you tired of hearing people being 'slammed'?
Do you think we can learn a lesson from professional tennis?

The Rain Of Change

It feels strange. Rain. Two days in a row. What feels more bizarre is that I like it.

Don't get me wrong. I don't dislike rain. I enjoy a good downpour every now and then, especially when the apartment is clean, the refrigerator is full of food and I have no place I have to be except at my iMac writing. But usually one day is enough and that one day was yesterday.

Rain can depress me. It can make me lazy and want to do nothing more than snuggle under the covers and watch a good movie. But this rain is doing neither. I was glad to see the overcast skies when I woke up.  I feel happy. And inspired to accomplish a lot of work today.

So I am thinking..what's up with that?


Is it because I can open the windows and feel a cool breeze  circulating without the AC?
Is it the fact that the city always looks a little cleaner and fresher, after a good downpour?
Is it because there has been so little this summer that it feels like an old friend I haven't seen for a while?

Or is it because it doesn't feel like summer rain? It feels like the fall. Could it be....and I hesitate to write this, because I know I will be reminded in the dead of winter when I am longing for warm summer days that I even suggested such a thing....., that I am ready for a change?

I can hear the workman outside setting up the stages for Fashion Week. That and the US Open Tennis signal the end of summer and Back to School in New York City. The season is about to switch.

And as much as a summer girl I am at heart, I am ready.  For new. For fresh. For possibility.

Too much sun and heat invites dry grass and the possibility of brush fire. Too much rain clogs drains, floods homes and blocks roadways. When things stay the same all the time it invites stagnation.

Change is good. Even when it means the summer is almost over.



What does rain do to you?
What is your signpost for the change of seasons?
Are you ready for a change?
What changes are you making?


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