The Frustration of Dedication

She walks down the hill to practice

Exhausted.

Not physically

Mentally.

She loves practice.

The people,

The coaches,

The boats,

The water

But she needs a break.

Time where he life isn’t structured,

Time to do what she pleases.

She needs a day knowing she can go home and paint.

She wants to leave school and go read her favorite book.

She needs a weekend morning to sleep in

Like most kids her age do.

But she can’t.

No matter how much she resents it,

It’s her life.

Without, she’d be different.

She wouldn’t know who to call when she was unhappy,

She wouldn’t have the relief of working off her anger

Or the pride in reaching her goals.

Without it, she doesn’t know who she’d be.

The very thing that frustrates her to no end

Drives her.