This morning I corroborated the axiom that it takes daily practice to become at least proficient in some occupation or vocation.
After two weeks off tennis I returned to play with the three women I play two or three times a week. It was dreadful. I couldn't hit the ball to save my life. And when I did return it, the ball went anywhere but...short shots, long shots, into the net, it was sad. I lost my mojo I told my tennis partners. Have you seen it?
It didn't help matters that right next to our court the rolly-polly guy playing with three women kept screeching and shouting. He's there every Thursday, smack dab next to us. He yells instructions at his teammates, celebrates loudly when he gets a point, and generally makes a nuisance of himself.
But - after running and hitting and missing for 50 minutes my game took off. I had some great shots 5 minutes before the end of the game. I found my mojo guys I told my friends. Practice does help. Now, if only I could improve all other aspects of my life, I'd be set.