I'm finally back in California unwinding after what was an emotional, hectic and exciting three weeks in the Big Apple. While a second round finish may not sound particularly notable, three rounds of qualifying, weather delays and a solid performance on Arthur Ashe Stadium made it one of the most promising weeks of my career.
I received zero freebies in my draw this year—from the first round of qualies until second round of main, my opponents brought a high standard of tennis and competed fiercely. While I was frustrated at times that I was unable to close out matches more efficiently (four of my five matches were three-setters), I was proud of the way that I competed under the immense pressure of the final Slam of the season and the watchful eye of a pro-American crowd.
After a dramatic qualifying round against Naomi Brody, I felt myself tear up for the first time ever after a win. The combined effect of the disappointment of having been passed for a main draw wildcard, the pressure of holding my seed in qualifying, and the knowledge that the difference between first round qualies and first round main draw was a staggering $45,000 had taken its toll. I think I was feeling a lot of pride in that moment, although relief was perhaps my most dominant feeling.