Are You Up For A Game of Pickleball?

I’ve been cruising the Caribbean for the last several days, a post will definitely follow, my cruise mates are probably cringing at the thought, but traveling with a blogger has its detriments. #Deal

I don’t have time to write a real post so you’re getting the shitty first draft but at least you’ll know I’m not dead or left behind on some Bohemian Island forging a relationship with a volleyball. And by the way I haven’t had time to read your posts, or respond to comments, and I miss you. Horribly! I’ll be catching up on your work next week.

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank the one person who has been reading my old posts and keeping my stats limping along. Thank you Nancy.

The reason I don’t have much time today is because we’ve reserved the pickleball court at noon and I slept in until 9, then breakfast came, and I had to listen to Kelley’s Instagram for like an hour and finnally I’m settling in to write. Tough times don’t last, tough people do…

Today is a day at sea, it’s a thing in the industry. You literally bob around the open ocean (makes you appreciate what Noah went through) all day no land in sight. The seas are a little rough so we’ll see if I’m the sailor type or not? I can already feel the coffee sloshing around in my stomach, it’s not exactly pleaseant, but I’ve dealt with worse.

Nevertheless, it has given me an opportunity to tuck myself in bed, open wide the balcony doors, keep room service busy bringing me coffee, and write. Just as I’m setting into a nice rhythm I get a text from my sister-in-law, she wants to know if we’re up for a game of pickleball? It’s trending, something involving whiffle balls, paddles, a kitchen, and a net. Seems a little irresponsible at sea? Hey, some grandmas play bingo, real grandmas play pickleball, and that could be a bumper sticker.

I read somewhere 98% of married couples who play pickleball as partners end up needing marriage counseling? Bahaha, it just keeps getting better and better.

Even with endless carafes of coffee, this gentle rocking is lulling me to sleep, and I’m struggling (I know woe is me) to stay awake. #Sacrifices

So here’s the deal, this cruise was an opportunity, a choice, although a very last minute one, but we road it as if champions of the rodeo (I couldn’t resist returning to this beloved metaphor but I’ll refrain from refuring to the flankstrap ~ read on).

It was one of those too good to be true situations and we decided to throw caution to the wind and sign up. It was not a popular decision with everyone, in fact many acquaintances thought I was out of my mind, missing a few marbles, a mad person in a mad world. “We’re in the middle of a pandemic.” “You’re crazy.” “You’re mother wouldn’t approve.” “It’s a huge risk.” “Do you understand the word crisis?”

I’ve had that little wiry thing up my nose more times than I care to report, but me and 200 other “insane” people have signed up for a cruise, we all recieved negative results repeatedly, and I feel safer on this boat then going to Safeway or shopping at DSW.

Rita Mae Brown says, “the statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they’re ok, then it’s you.” Bahaha, it’s so me.

The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word ‘crisis.’ One brush stroke stands for danger; the other for opportunity. In a crisis, be aware of the danger–but recognize the opportunity say J.F. Kennedy. I choose to recognize the opportunity and that made all the difference or at the very least a nice risidual on my visa.

We might be short-changing our opportunities, a time or set of circumstances that makes it possible to do something. As Seth Godin says, “opportunity is another word for a problem to be solved. And opportunity is often there, but rarely knocks.”

So what’s the problem?

Here’s the deal, our world has been turned upside down and we have the rare opportunity to recreate our future under new circumstances.

We can spend the rest of 2021 sitting at home replacing our air filters, or with moderate precautions, get out there and kick up a little dust.

Think about that for a minute. We create our future by every single decision we make today. It’s as if we’re writing a book, the pages are blank, we’re going to fill them with words, let’s title the book when it’s done, but the first chapter starts with a cruise.

Maybe it’s time we let opportunity find us, let happiness pursue us, let joy be our companion. I know, where did that come from? Did I mention the excessive rocking?

Our most significant opportunities will be found in times of greatest difficulty says Thomas Monson.

Can I just add that I’m writing under duress? My husband has decided to take a nap right next to me, he just slept for like nine hours, and now he’s breathing rhythmically beside me, it’s disruptive, the things we are endure as writers are too many to count, but at least the ship has good wifi.

I love this quote by Steven Johnson (and it’s not about his last name), he says, the patterns are simple, but followed together, they make for a whole that is wiser than the sum of its parts. Go for a walk; cultivate hunches; write everything down, but keep your folders messy; embrace serendipity; make generative mistakes; take on multiple hobbies; frequent coffeehouses and other liquid networks; follow the links; let others build on your ideas; borrow, recycle; reinvent. Build a tangled bank.

That whole tangled bank thing spoke to me. I’m not a finance major, I was indoctrinated by the journalism department, as long as the words are free I’m rich. Opportunities float right past us on a daily basis, be ready to hook a few, you can always catch and release.

Okay, that’s about all the time I have, because I have to come up with a Pickleball outfit from my limited wardrobe. I’m going with the tennis look except I’ll be wearing shorts and a glam shirt. We make due with what we have and besides I only know five other people on this cruise and they’ve already formed an erroneous opinion about me. And yes, as if a self-fullfilling prophesy, I wear it well.

As they say, everything in moderation, except pickleball and wine. Here’s to fair winds and following seas…


  • “If somebody offers you an amazing opportunity but you are not sure you can do it, say yes – then learn how to do it later!” Richard Branson
  • “Who you are tomorrow begins with what you do today.” Tim Fargo
  • “What do you mean I have to wait for someone’s approval? I’m someone. I approve. So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support!” Richelle E. Goodrich


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  1. Being at sea with a herd of strangers, unable to get off when I want, is my worst nightmare. At least I am not jealous of your cruise, and as I don’t have a clue what pickleball is, I just hope you enjoyed it. 🙂
    Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. Pete, it’s not a nightmare, it’s a dream come true! We had the ship to ourselves, stopping everyday at exotic ports, eating to our hearts content! Pickleball is a whole other story! Not my skill set! Glad to be home, I have lots of catching up to do! Warmly, C

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  2. Hi Cheryl!
    Glad you are at sea having a grand adventure. At some point in life, we have to get on with living. A cruise is perfect for you. An opportunity to get out and enjoy retirement, yet still have the option of spending some serious time writing. Yet in all likelihood, your exposure to the plague appears to be less.
    Enjoy, we shall catch up on our various adventures when you return.
    PS Hope you got the wine beverage package, and take full advantage of it.

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    1. Hi Mike! I agree, we have to get on with our lives, and back out in the world. The cruise was extraordinary, all-inclusive, decadent, unforgettable adventure. I spent no time writing! Too much to see, taste, and do! Now that we dipped our toe in the pond so to speak we’re longing for more! Hugs, C


  3. “Beyond the Sea” is way outside my usual preferred playlist but I love this song! (And, yes, it’s all due to X-Files!) :-). Mulder: “It was five hours of Boggs channeling. After three hours I asked him to summon up the soul of Jimi Hendrix and requested ‘All Along the Watchtower’. You know, the guy’s been dead for 20 years but he still hasn’t lost his edge.”

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  4. OK, I just played pickle ball for the first time, a week or so ago. My 11yos, too. We all loved it! I resisted for so long. I mean, it’s huge in my town, with the Talbots set. Now, I guess we’ll all need therapy! Hope you had an awesome vacay. I’ve been a terrible blogger, swamped under work. Send help and chocolate!

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    1. That was my first time on the ship too and we all loved the game. I just ordered a set from Amazon and plan on taping a court on the street! Our vacation was amazing, but I spent almost no time writing. Catching up now on posts and comments! Sending hugs and love your way, try to squeeze in a little you time! xxoo, C

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