Leave it at the gate.

I never notice I'm running at soccer. It isn't effort; it is innate. My body doesn't go as fast as I think it does, and I can't make every play. But I can check out on the field. My mind can stop thinking of everything else, and just play. I stop being a mom, a business owner, a waitress, a volunteer, a wife... I am in the moment, the whole time. I love my life. I love everything I am. And I love being able to step onto the field and leave it all at the gate, just for an hour. On that field I'm not even a writer. I am purely free.

In happiness,
Beth