13 years later…

It’s been 13 years since I walked into my first gym and started playing volleyball. I was 9 years old with a seriousness that was just ridiculous for someone my age. The same attitude that you would see in a world-class athlete at the Olympic Games…Except I was 9, and all the other little kids were doing this weird thing-“having fun”. It’s not that I wasn’t having fun, I have loved every minute that I have been blessed to play or train in some way. Its just that I was serious about this sport because I wanted to be as good as I could possibly be-simply because I loved it. Its like I knew I was meant to do this for a long time.

It seems like such a long time to be doing one thing. But that’s exactly how I wanted it. Its all I ever wanted to do and all I ever will want to do. It was my dream. 

Anyone reading this as a past or present athlete understands the identity that you form in your sport. But yet it can disappear in a blink of an eye…                                                                                                                               and then what?                                                                                   At this point its hard to imagine doing anything else. 

Which brings me to where I am right now. 13 years later. An innumerable amount of club teams, coaches, and teammates. 4 high school varsity teams, 2 amazing universities.                          And its all gone just as fast as it came.

December 2015 I made the difficult decision to officially medically retire from my collegiate volleyball career due to health concerns. My days as a student-athlete were over. It was the hardest decision of my life, and I still struggle with it every single day. But, I am trusting that there is something new for me.

So for now, whats life after the dream?