200 Arrows

I shot another 100 arrows today. I am desperate for my body to adjust to shooting this much at this weight. I feel like my arm is going to fall off.

In lieu of having little more to do than complain about how my entire right arm feels ready to fall off-I thought I’d take the time to just talk about Archery in general and how it has helped me.

As I’ve mentioned before, I started shooting years ago. It wasn’t about my form or my ability to compete then. It was just something I did in the backyard when the weather was nice.

It’s impossible to not calm down and forget the outside world when you’re shooting. Your breathing is forcibly controlled-honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m having out of body experiences when I’m shooting. On any given day, I can spontaneously hyperventilate, raise my blood pressure to the point of possibly having a stroke (because of the panic disorder), and pass out, but not when I’m shooting.

When I’m shooting it’s just me, my equipment, and the target. Sometimes the target isn’t even involved. It’s just something 18mm-30mm away from me that’s catching my arrows so that I don’t have to go hiking in the woods.

When I’m shooting, nothing else matters. It’s not just that shooting helps me to push it away but I have to. Archery isn’t a sport about who’s the most accurate; it’s a sport about who can care less for longer. If you get happy about your last shot then you aren’t focusing and you’ll miss. If you get mad about your last shot then you aren’t focusing and you’ll miss. If you don’t care where it went then you can focus on your form-and you get it to go where you want it to go.

It’s empowering to feel so in control of everything.

By J. M. Tuckerman

J.M.Tuckerman is a neurodivergent writer with a big education. She holds an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults, an MA in Writing, and a BA in Writing Arts (specializing in Creative Writing, New Media Writing, and Publication; concentrating in New Media Production), which she somehow managed to earn despite her three very loud and large dogs. Jessica was lucky enough to intern at Quirk Books and Picador, USA while earning her master’s degrees. Her service dog, Ringo, is very proud of all that she has accomplished and hopes to be on a back cover of a published book with her very soon. An avid reader, writer, and lover of young adult and middle-grade literature, Jessica’s bookshelf is overflowing with hardbacks, paperbacks, and a million half-filled notebooks. She is a proud fur-mommy to two lab/st-bernard littermates, a retriever-mix service dog, and one orange little hobgoblin cat, all of whom have made very audible appearances on the Booked All Night podcast.