There’s something delightfully ridiculous about finding yourself in the thick of a game you used to think was for “old people.” That’s how I ended up loving pickleball. Yep, pickleball. Equal parts tennis, ping-pong, and orthopedic roulette, it has become a surprising joy in this season of my life.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m no pro out there. I’m more likely to spend time laughing at myself than keeping score. But there’s a magic in it: the paddle in my hand, the friendly smack of the ball, the back-and-forth rhythm that somehow awakens the teenager in me while my knees loudly remind me I am not, in fact, a teenager anymore.
The best part isn’t even the game. It’s the spontaneous community that forms over shared enthusiasm and shared aches. I love the playful teasing and the high-fives for mediocre shots. It’s like recess for grownups, and yes, sometimes we pull a muscle at recess. and of course, there are refreshments after a game (whether we kept score or not).
Embracing New Challenges
Every time I finish writing a book, I hold it in my hands and inevitably think of the chapter I should have included. This time, it’s pickleball. A Beautiful Second Act is about women embracing the unexpected turns and new joys in midlife and beyond. Believe me, there’s something metaphorical about charging the net at 60.
So, here’s my humble update to the book: try something new, even if it makes you feel a little silly. Laugh often. Stretch first. And say yes to joy, even if it comes with an ice pack.
Game on, friends!
