Basketball Shoes

by Jackson

Basketball Shoes

Maybe I’m not an MJ, but I am a JC, and JC plays bas­ket­ball with a lit­tle extra spring in his step

Some­times I for­get the things that make me human. I get so caught up in my work, caught up in record­ing what makes other peo­ple human, that I for­get to take care of myself.

Last night I bought a pair of bas­ket­ball shoes and a ball. Those shoes are damn comfy! I want to wear them all the time. I con­sid­ered wear­ing them to bed. If I hadn’t walked home in them already, I would have. (Aside: why do Amer­i­cans wear their shoes in the house at par­ties? I still don’t get it.) I feel like I could slam dunk in those shoes. And they aren’t even the fan­ci­est ones.

At a party the other day, another stu­dent told me “I like you, but you need to be less intense.” She was right, too: if were I to go on work­ing with­out relax­ing and tak­ing care of myself, I’d have a heart attack one day. Plus, being all pent up doesn’t help your cre­ativ­ity. Insight never came from being a ball of stress. And so, basketball.