I leave for Europe in eighteen days. I'll be there for just over seven weeks as I follow the ATP and WTA tennis tours through a substantial part of the clay-court season. I'll to be at the tournaments in Barcelona, Madrid, and Rome, before finishing up in Paris at Roland Garros.
The goal for the trip is to put energy and intention into the belief that I have something substantial to offer as a coach of flow to athletes at that level, and hope the universe responds.
Do I fully have that self-belief. No, I'm scared as hell. Am I going to do it anyway? Yes, I am.
All I want is for the song “The Final Countdown” to be playing in your head for the next 18 days.
Fuck. Yes.