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I’ve been without a coach for over a year because I haven’t been able to make the finances stretch. Standing here, I have to finally admit what I’ve been desperately trying to ignore—I can’t keep doing this alone.
Lying awake last night, the truth finally hit me. I’m not in a slump because I’ve lost my edge. I’m in a slump because I’m trying to be the player, the coach, the manager, and the waitress all at the same time.
Two years ago, I had someone standing courtside who could see the things I couldn’t. Now, every adjustment is guesswork.
A coach isn’t a luxury anymore—it’s the missing piece. If I’m serious about making it to the WTA Tour, I need someone beside me who can help me break through the ceiling instead of just watching me crash into it over and over again.
I set the basket back on the baseline and reset my phone for serve drills just as a message banner appears from Max.
Max
Morning, Katie. I’ve got a matinee today and a free evening. Fancy meeting up?
Katie
You’re up early.
Max
I was asleep by eight. I’m blaming you entirely.
Katie
Jealous.
I hesitate. The responsible thing to do would be to say no, head home after work, and catch up on some sleep. Or at least use the time to start packing.
But Max is only here for another week. Which means every day with him is valuable.
Katie
I’d love to meet up, only I have work.
Max
What time do you finish? We could grab dessert afterward?
Max
I saw a shaved ice place near the hotel that looked pretty tempting.
Katie
It’s supposed to be eight, but I’m guessing it’ll be closer to ten.
Katie
It might be too late for you.
Max
I’m a theatre person, Katie. Ten is practically the beginning of the night for me.
Max
Text me when you’re free?
Katie
