I was playing handball for 13 years. Started at the age of 9. And for those 13 years it was all I needed. It was not about the sport, it was my way of life, my only dream, intense purpose and unforgettable joy. It thought me more about Life than any school ever did. About failure, focus, dedication, inspiration, motivation, group work, loss, rehabilitation and mostly about psychology. Where I fit in life and where does the Life fit in me. It also showed me how much I enjoy sharing life with dedicated excitement and shared joy with others. I have always been a team player and still am.
I am so grateful that I was growing up with this feeling of exploring my inner passion and living each day perusing what excited me. Cos what excited me, gave my life huge meaning.
When I decided to finish with my uprising and promising career as an athlete, it was theheadrest breakup I have ever experienced. And since than (up until now) I have never really felt that inner spark of joy that I have experienced every time I was holding that ball.
My focus of life went far away from body.
But than body started calling me back. Through different activities (dance, theater, acro yoga, body awareness workshops, everyday exploration of movement in my room :) ... )
I have started to experience that state of bliss, state of playfulness that I have been missing so much.
And I realized... it was never about particular sport, but about movement itself. It was about expressing myself not only through words and sound, but mostly through body.
Body is my communication tool. Not only with others, but mostly with myself. And it is so fulfilling to realize that this magical spark can never be taken away from me.
It is increasingly joyful for me to experience creativity through movement and combine that with some playful cooperation from others.
What a pure joy.