One of those days that disappears before you realize it started.
Morning routine with the kids, then straight into work mode. No stretching. No flexion. No intentional pause. Just tasks stacked on top of tasks. Stress level high. Quick and late lunch during a call - which never helps. It just feeds the pressure instead of relieving it.
By 16:00 I was tired, stressed, and sleepy when I met the kids at the club. I needed to switch off my mind. And surprisingly, it worked.
Started hitting balls lightly with my middle one. Then my little princess wanted to join at the end. It’s funny how kids don’t need instructions. They just watch. They see you move. They feel your energy. And they ask to play. No speeches required.
Thirty minutes. That’s all it took.
Rain started and we had to stop, but those 30 minutes decompressed something inside me. I really miss tennis as a tool to fight stress. It used to be my pressure valve. Now I walk on eggs - careful, controlled, hyper-aware of every movement. But at least I can share it with them.
Met Juliana after and we went shopping for a gift, then dinner to celebrate my father-in-law’s birthday. Great time. Kids fell asleep at the restaurant - always a sign of a full day.
I had one drink too many. Not dramatic, but noticeable. Back home. Stretching. Ice. Bed.
The day was fast. But it ended with intention.
Key Takeaways
- Stress compounds when you remove recovery rituals.
- Movement is medicine — even at 30%.
- Kids learn by watching, not by listening.
- Tennis is still therapy.
- Small decompression moments change the entire day.
- End the day with discipline, even if it started chaotic.