Australian Open champion Serena Williams has revealed that she will defend her title this month nursing a broken heart -- and that she has found solace in a book called "Who Moved My Cheese?"Williams bares her feelings in her blog on the official website www.serenawilliams.com, unloading her angst at putting her faith in a boyfriend then being dumped.
"Trust is something you vowed you would never do again, but slowly your heart comes out of its steel enclosure," she wrote in the entry posted on her website Monday.
"You feel like you can trust him, you feel as if everything you went through was for a reason, and the reason was to meet him."
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Williams reveals that as "weeks turn into months" her bliss sours as her beau fails to declare his love.
"No, not the 'L' word, but what you have been most afraid of," she wrote.
"What deep in your heart you have been afraid to confront. What you always suspected would happen one day sooner or later. HE STOPS CALLING. You panic."
Williams details how she felt foolish and hurt at losing the chance to find a soulmate, concluding "eventually you know you will find the keys to your heart, but also in the back of your mind you think ... will it happen again?"
In another entry, Williams writes about the changes the break-up brought to her life.
"I decided to rid myself of relationships that could stop me from reaching the main goal which is being the best," she wrote. "I did not want anything to stand in my way of doing what I do best, which is playing tennis."
She said she found comfort in the book "Who Moved My Cheese?" by motivational author Spencer Johnson, who likens mice in a maze hunting for cheese to humans searching for happiness and success.
"Basically, it was talking about complacency and being afraid of change," Williams wrote.
"I then realised that I was afraid to change, afraid to move on. I was afraid to find new cheese! I thought there was only one cheese out there but after reading that book I realised that there is all types of cheese out there."
Does this story really even need a punchline? I think not. Just go ahead and stock up on those Dashboard Confessional cds, cut your hair like Pete Wentz, and get some horn-rimmed glasses Serena. However, I'd think twice before purchasing those black skinny jeans. Maybe those aren't for you. Oh yeah, and it's down the highway, not across the street.
[Yahoo! Sports]
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Take a moment. Let it soak in...I think I just came.
We wanna play mixed doubles with you. I can predict the final score: Love-Love.
Just step into our service box and make sure you hit the sweet spot. We've been working on our backhands and forehands; we'd like to help you with your stroke.
After just a couple of sets your woodshot will be so hard it'll be tough for you to stick the volley. But that's ok with us, just so long as you get us to the Grand Slam.
Advantage: Lauren and Mandy
Game. Set. Match. I think I need a cigarette.
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