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Spare Words

I've missed writing. I haven't had time for it lately. I've been too busy traveling. I drove cross country from San Diego to New Jersey (an epic adventure I'll surely recount to you, one day) then, on a whim, I flew down to Mexico, back to Guadalajara, for the Junior Pan American Games. In a couple days, I'll trek back to California for training camp before making a two week stop in Dublin for the Champions Challenge. Did I mention, I highly disdain traveling?

Back to writing. The truth is, I haven't made much time for words lately. Maybe, in way, I'm scared of them. Sure, I love 'em. Words, sometimes, are more me than the me you see in the flesh. They flow from some deep, or maybe superficial, well of self, that truthfully I never knew existed until a few years ago. Words, they enchant me - casting this ultra seductive spell that transforms mundane daily tidings into a fantastical adventure.

Maybe, I don't write because I'm scared that one day, I'll pick up the pen, and upon realizing that I have nothing creative to ink, I'll realize the truth. The words are the illusion.

Writing matters to me, and its funny how sometimes I don't make time for the things that matter most.

Today, lucky for me, I had a good pen, a few blank pages, a full heart, and a few spare minutes between filming field hockey games to ink a few verses.

I am not sure how I ended up in Mexico filming hockey games. Well, that's a lie, I took a plane. A week ago, I thought I'd be in Washington, recieving my Olympic hug and kiss from Mr. and Mrs President of the United States.

Instead, I'm here in Guadalajara, the home of the guave plant, sitting in the stands of a one-sided stadium, watching a not-so high level hockey game.

Life happens like that I guess. You think you'll be one place and it takes you somewhere else.

I am happy to be here. Happy to be around the sport, and happy to give time to give words.

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