Dear PickleballChicks...forget that goofy guy...


Dear PickleballChicks...

I had so many ideas for this issue of Dear PickleballChicks.

Top of mind was the goofy guy partner who told me it was MY job to keep HIM out of the kitchen. Um, hello sir. That’s YOUR job.

But then I heard someone say:

“Want to be happier? Lower your expectations. Raise your appreciation.”

I immediately connected it to pickleball because, well… you know, pickleball addiction.

Hmmm, I thought:

Lower my expectations.

Maybe my expectations of myself, my game and even my knees are, well, high. And maybe that lowers my joy? And damn, girl, I'm all about keeping the joy-meter high.

Then I thought about the second part:

Raise my appreciation.

Appreciate all I do have -- a body that works, health that allows me to play, Advil for after the games (thank you science!) and of course, all the fabulous, sparkly, perfectly imperfect, energetic, honest and real friends this beautiful, exasperating game of pickleball has given me.

All to say, the next time I step onto the court, I’m going to breath in these six, okay, seven, words:

Sharon, lower your expectations. Raise your appreciation.

Maybe these six words will land for you too.

If they do, let me know. I love hearing from y'all.

Cheers and pickleball love from me to you,

Sharon

Head Chick and (tickled pink) Founder PickleballChicks.org

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