Mrs. Cullen: The Racquetball Playa

Dear Friends,

I started playing racquetball. My dad plays with his friends at our gym. Hes so good at it, thanks to God. So, I decided that I want to start. And boy, is it tough. Its probably one of the hardest sports I’ve ever played. And that’s because it can be dangerous and it’s a lot of work. I know all sports require running around but the reason RB is so tough is because you are in a small room and you have to make quick movements. I have dreams of becoming old and being a pro, teaching my children the sport, who then teach their children, who teach their children. I even have dreams that I teach my grandchildren and that I’m the coolest grandma ever. Oh. I also dream that I teach my husband. And beat him at the game all the time. And then we get a racquetball room in our home and yeah. I doubt any of that will happen. The first day I played I only lasted 25 minutes. My dad is very good. The second day I got “sick” after ten minutes. The third time my dad made me play alone. He thinks I need to practice my serve and I need to practice running around and not being lazy. This is true. Anyway. I think I’ll become good. God willing. I just need to play a lot. I really wanna do this. I feel like I have no special talent. Maybe this can be my “thing.” We shall see.

Anyway. When I played with my dad I was so into the game and having fun. But when I played alone I felt odd. I felt like everyone was watching me as they walked by. On top of that the basketball courts are right across the RB room. And you have to wear goggles when you play. So, I felt kind of silly. Which I should not feel! Because the whole back wall of the room is glass so everyone can see. I wish I didn’t care.

Nothing else interesting is happening in my life. Well I have been having some revelations about life. But that’s all. My diet is going…okay. I feel like no matter how hard I try, I will not lose weight. I feel like its impossible for my tummy to become small and flat. But I’m sure it just takes time. It can’t just happen over night. Blah. If I could see improvement fast then I’d be soo motivated. But that’s not how our bodies work. Otherwise everyone would be at the gym.

Oh speaking of revelations. I have lately been pondering about the purpose of life. I think I know the purpose, according to Islam. So, I’m trying to shape my life to fit the purpose of life. Ya know? Anyway, what is your purpose of life???


Yours for the sake of Peace and Sisterhood,
Mrs. Cullen