Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen

Sorry, all. I've been a poor blogger this month. Unfortunately, there is no real excuse for it. I can't blame it on tennis, tennis practice, or even the usual holiday bustle that happens around this time of the year, because I haven't participated extensively in any of those things. To date, I have played one tennis match this month (the only one scheduled for the month), I have attended one tennis practice, I haven't purchased a single Christmas gift (online or otherwise), and the only Christmas cards were hastily prepared and given out during a team function celebration. Since this is the last day of the year, I thought it would only be fitting to wrap it up with one final blog.

Lately, I've just suffered from a case of "woe is me". You know, "Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen". Honestly, I wanted to post new entries, and I had even started drafting new entries to post, but as you can see, I've been unable to post anything for your reading pleasure. I allowed my plethora of "woes" to get the best of me for a while. Instead of feeling "joyful", I've been feeling pretty "woeful". As sad as it may sound, it's the truth.

Right around Thanksgiving, things started to go awry in my life; I even mentioned this in an entry posted on Thanksgiving day. Well, since then things have continued to be out of wack. I guess the endless series of calamities wore on me. I recited my chant - "next point"- repeatedly. Despite my mental preparation for the "next point", life continued to bang winners in my direction. I analyzed the previous events and had some strategies in mind; I used every strategy in my arsenal, but once again life had a reply for them all. I tried to stay active and keep moving thinking that life would be distracted by the activity, but once again that was not the case. Nothing seemed to work.

At this point, I can say that I have not acquired all the weapons necessary to win this "life" match. Sometimes, it happens that way. There are instances when the opponent you are facing is just too strong, but that doesn't mean that you won't have another chance. While I have been bested this time around, I am now fully cognizant of my weaknesses. They have been exposed and I've seen just how those weakness can place me at the mercy of everyday unexpected life events. Although, it is too late to change the outcome of the past few weeks, it is never too late for me to target those deficiencies for improvement. For this particular match, there are more points, but I will have to see how they play out for 2009. I'm praying I can stop singing that Louis Armstrong song that I sang for most of 2008.