drought over.

I haven't published in a year, for various reasons. There are many drafts sitting in my blog roll, that maybe I'll publish one day. From our defeat in qualifiers to being "just" an online spectator of the Women's World Floorball Championships to my Darkside team virtually collapsing, 2015 was a heavy emotional rollercoaster year of floorball. It has been hard to share my tumultuous thoughts on a public forum, particularly when it is a reaction to something out of my control (especially as a Type-A personality). Outside of floorball, however, it was a monumental year. I had a chance to experience more non-floorball activities and was pleasantly surprised by the outcomes. This year, I do want to get back into the habit of reflecting in a tangible written manner. I want to record all of my floorball experiences and share my love for this amazing sport that is so incredibly entrenched in my life.

Yesterday I scored my first goal of the season...ZERO POINTS IN ELEVEN GAMES. Compared to last year when I had one of my best starts ever, it has been harrowing, because I know I have improved like crazy in the tactical and positioning side of the game. I can make plays and see the court with a clarity that I never used to have. My body has been fairly cooperative and my fitness is close to my last peak. But in terms of the bottom line, the pressure felt insurmountable with every passing week that I collected zero points. I started to overthink every pass that I was given.  Every shot that didn't go in created a new wave of self-doubt. Should I even shoot? Am I gonna fan on this? It's gonna get roofed anyway. Goalie keeps robbing me. Can't pick the corners. What the f*ck am I doing?

Being a good player, teammate, and athlete is more than just racking up points. But to snipe a top corner after a season-long drought? That feeling, that +1...it's the little chocolate that's stuck in icing on the cake.