Summer Camp For Grandparents!

Scott spent a month reviewing his old ways of thinking, believing and even communicating. He found some glaring changes, a few thoughts that he modified, a couple of tweaks and some continued agreement with himself. In other words - like the rest of us, Scott keeps changing his mind about some things and not about others.

This got me thinking.

I wonder what it takes to change my mind? See, I know I can be contrary and stubborn. I can resist change. But, I can also abandon things that have served me well when I fall in lust of a new theory, idea or fad.

How the heck do I even determine WHAT to change?

I wonder if most of us aren't just flailing around, trying to figure out how to avoid problems. And I wonder if this is a lousy way to live.

For 50 years (can you even believe it?!?) Pete, my husband, and I have been playing tennis against each other. We have loved competing against each other. And, despite our frequent trips to the courts, we really have not improved our game that much - and we didn't play that well to begin with...until.

We changed.

We decided that it was never too late for old dogs to learn new tricks.

We decided that we were worth investing in. We decided that we didn't just want to go out and muddle our way through a couple of sets of tennis, we wanted to enjoy rallies and actually improve our on-court performance.

So we have created summer camp for grandparents, post pandemic. We are taking tennis lessons, and Pete is even as I type away, taking a golf lesson.

And...whether you care to know or not, our tennis game is improving! It turns out that if you take lessons from some dude who is good at tennis, he can improve even an old person's game!

In tomorrow's blog, I'm going to dive into why I think the decision to change, to do something different, even with something as minor as tennis lessons, can be sacred.