I've been playing pool a lot lately.
Slick Willies with some colleagues at work.
Sara's Masquerade party with the boys.
Dave's cousin's house with Jayvin.
There's nothing that feels as good as getting the shot in, when you're not sure, or even better when you are.
The last shot I took to get the 8 ball in was magical. I usually line up angles, deliberate, think, straighten up, double check my angle, and then go.
This time, I did what felt right. I eyeballed the angle, paid more attention to the strength of my shot, and went for it.
Done. I jumped up in the air, got a bunch of high fives, and took the title off the mantle of "I'm not that good at pool." ^_^