Nostalgia
Feeling Nostalgic… Recently I’ve been nostalgic. Not in the sense that I wish was back in a different time of my life but just reminiscing. Driving to work on a Saturday morning I pass a soccer field I used to play at, packed with kids. I remember what it was like to wake up early on a Saturday morning, throw on my uniform, cleats, pack my soccer bag and head out. The grass still a little wet from the dew while walking across the field waving to my teammates. Putting my stuff down, grabbing a ball and heading on the field to warm up. I remember waiting for captains to be called, running to the middle of the field shaking hands against this week’s “enemy”. Then hearing the line ups, “Jordan, mid field” the little bit of butterflies I’d get waiting for it start. And then the first whistle blew and it was game time. And just like that the last whistle blew and it was over. Every Saturday morning for years that was the routine. They didn’t feel like memories then but here I am reminis...
