Life, Love, and Ball.

As a senior coming into your final year of the dreaded high school you think you have life, for the most part, figured out. Never in my life did I ever think that in my senior year, I could be impacted by a bunch of underclassmen. My 2014 varsity volleyball team changed everything. These girls are my pride and joy and my motivation. It is unbeleivable to me how much they make me push myself to be greater; they make me want to be so much more than what I think I can give them. I look into their young faces and I feel as if I can actually see the greatness that they don't even think they're destined for. Each and every girl on my team has so much that they will accomplish, so much more that they will do when I'm gone. The growth they've shown me goes beyond anything I've ever seen. It's incredible how far we have come as a team. I am so grateful to these girls for playing their hearts out and giving me the opportunity to be a small part of the best game of my life. We left our hearts out on that court as a family. We knew we were a close-knit group before, but as the cliche goes, you will honestly never know the how much you need the girl next to you, how much she needs you, or (no matter how much they get on your last nerve) how much you want them to succeed, until it's over. I'm STILL in a daze. A part of me cannot fathom the fact that it's really over. What? What do you mean there's no practice on Monday? Now that it's over I want that time back! Give me those long practices, give me those inside jokes, the cheering, the energy, and even the attitudes. I would kill to get it all back, to do it one more time, exactly the same; I have zero regrets. Right now, in this moment I am so humbled. I am so grateful for my teammates, these weirdly awesome underclassmen who taught me something beyond what I can even articulate in my mind to write in this post; it's a mixture of appreciation and straight love. Don't ever go into any situation thinking you already know the outcome, or thinking that you alone are fully equipped to cross the finish line. Whatever road you're traveling on, don't ignore the signs just because their being held up by sophomores.