I am at my breaking point

So today was the start of tennis tryouts and I have been mentally and physically prepping for them for the past year. I have done everything I could to get ready for this week yet there are somethings that are just out of your control however much you prepare and practice.

Like today when my racket strings broke for the first time ever the first day of tryouts. Now you could probably say, "Chloe, you have been playing tennis for a while... why would you not change your strings every six months like a good tennis player is supposed to?" My answer: I kind of forgot. Plus when I noticed my strings fraying in parts a week ago I was nervous that the tension would not be the same. I was nervous that it would not play the same. So I put it off. I thought that I would be able to make it a week, maybe a month if I was lucky. "Just past the challenge matches. Then I can restring it when I get on the team." But no, I was stuck in the middle of my set with a broken string and a broken heart. 

It is almost like the end of an era.

Good bye Wilson Sensation*, you just couldn't take the punches anymore. It was a pleasure to win, lose, and play with you and I wouldn't have it any other way. (There is probably a metaphor or symbolism of this eulogy to my broken strings but right now I cannot see it through my self induced fog of mourning for the loss of my strings).

*The brand of strings that broke on my racket