peripheral vision.

It’s super sucky to age and have doctors tell you that you should be weaning off the sport that literally kept you alive. And while I’m still unwilling to part with basketball, I’m slowly trying to pay attention to the skills I’ve sharpened over the many years of playing, and how they might show up in my life indefinitely, regardless.

I had a moment hit me today as I was walking to my friend’s place, on my phone doing the standard mindless scrolling as I walked. I hate how sometimes my fingers go on a doom-hop of their own.. like a bar crawl, but from one app to another. And instead of shots at each stop, it’s a new thing you see that you’ll forget in five minutes but still somehow regret later.

As I was walking, I paused and thought about how f*cked up it was that I wasn’t even taking in the beautiful weather or my surroundings. After all, I’ve spent so many years sharpening my peripheral vision on the court — learning how to see the whole floor, set my teammates up with the right pass so they can make their shot.

But what if I miss my shot at locking eyes with the right person because I chose a screen instead of what was already in my peripheral? 👀

Maybe I should start moving through the world like every step is still on the court. I trained my whole life for this, after all.