Soft Whining... I miss archery...

I called my coach today. He was very pleased that I called. He had wondered what had happened to me, figuring that it got too cold for me. I had warned him that I am a fair-weather friend. And yes, it did get too cold and busy with life. In order to not feel overwhelmed, I had to drop something, and archery was it. I do not regret my decision, but I do miss it.

I miss seeing the edges of day as it melts into night. The changing color of sky and leaves and trees. Miss seeing evidence of wind, birds, resident red-tailed hawk. The space and color green. I miss the discipline archery offered me. The focus of mind and body. The feeling that I was constantly improving, learning, and proving. I miss being in the zone and the high that offered when everything clicked. Miss my identity as an archer.

I will get back to it. Probably not for another two to three months. I have a horrible memory for winter; meaning that I do not remember how cold it gets, how many layers of clothes I have to wear, how much I can't stand the cold. I was thinking this winter wasn't so bad and then I was reminded today that it gets worse for the next two months. Ugh.

By the way, thank you for the mom compliments from my previous post! That made my days...:)