The author, a working mother, discovers the joy of floorball, a fast-paced indoor sport similar to hockey. She had forgotten how to have fun, caught up in the daily grind of motherhood and work. The story begins with a vivid description of her daughter's floorball matches, noting the speed and skill of the young players. The author's envy of their enjoyment is palpable, as she realizes she has lost touch with her own ability to play and have fun. She decides to take action, recruiting fellow mothers and colleagues to form a women's floorball team. The team's debut match is a chaotic affair, with the author's team struggling with ball-handling and strategy. Despite their lack of experience, the author finds herself hooked by the sport's energy and the release it provides from her daily stresses. She describes the physical and mental benefits of playing, including the feeling of chasing the ball and momentarily letting go of her worries about work and life's challenges. The author's perspective shifts from seeing team sports as pointless to recognizing the joy in the pointlessness of floorball. She finds solace in the simple act of hitting the ball, using it as a form of self-care and a way to reconnect with her physical body. The article concludes with the author's newfound appreciation for the sport and its ability to bring a sense of fun and freedom back into her life, even if her team continues to struggle on the court.
