The Zen master's next meeting was with a New Yorker. "Master, I need your help. I need guidance. I'm living a life that I don't like and I wish it wasn't my own. I wish I was someone else. It's just clear to me that I'll never really be happy with myself. I'm envious of... Continue Reading →
It's been a pretty chaotic few weeks here in Israel. I've always wanted to come here and part of me can't believe I actually am here. My coach was with me in Italy, but here I'm alone. Having a coach helps on the court a ton, but what I forgot is that navigating a foreign... Continue Reading →
A short story about Phil, who's seeks to find his purpose on this earth. This is a story about his journey and what he finds.
I'm a perfectionist. I'm an all or nothing type of guy. I've mentioned this many times before. Many times when I'm not conscious of it, I'm not satisfied unless I do a flawless job. Anything less than what I could possibly achieve is a failure. I could have done better. That being said, I had a tiny... Continue Reading →
I've spent over two weeks in Sardegna (I'm using the Italian spelling because I'm feeling a little extra pretentious this morning), which is an island off the coast of Rome. I had a travel nightmare getting over here. The flight from NY to Rome was great. I didn't sleep one second of the over night... Continue Reading →
Most players act like their tennis match is the most important thing in the world on the court. They're fighting, complaining, fist-pumping, and totally focused on what’s in front of them. I don't show a ton of emotion on the court and I have never really been able to do the last one specifically. It's... Continue Reading →
tough parts of my lifestyle: I face failure literally every week and keep a positive attitude for your next match it's lonely. it's obvious that tennis is a lonely sport (no teammates and no coach on court) and it's also lonely off. I have my coach which helps a lot, but I'm not able to... Continue Reading →
^I'm glad I was color-coordinated with my outfit for the third set yesterday. I lost a heart-breaker on Saturday. A booty-shaker. A 3 hour war. I had chances to take the match, but it ultimately didn't go my way. I'm proud of myself. I can do better, but I could always do better. The dude... Continue Reading →