Wild Pitches
"Life will always throw you curves, just keep fouling them off... the right pitch will come, but when it does, be prepared to run the bases." ~Rick Maksian
Today is a Tuesday that feels alot like a Monday, although yesterday's Monday was a heck of a Monday in it's own right. There is no full moon, there is no change in the barometric pressure, there is no easy sign to explain why the past two days have played out the way they have. They just have.
I knew it by 10am yesterday when the second wild pitch was thrown my way. These are those proverbial things at work and life that come out of nowhere, whiz by your head and make you look around to find where they are coming from. We all have wild pitches. The crazy email, the unexpected bill, the odd question from the child, the rant on the other end of the phone you wish you didn't answer.
In baseball, those wild pitches are meant to scare the hitter off of home plate. The wild pitch screams past the hitters face at almost 100mph and you can imagine there is a flight or fight mentality that kicks into play. This happens in life too. Wild pitches are thrown and you find your blood pressure rising, your curse words being reborn, your whole plan for the day thrown out of whack. I have two choices when wild pitches start in on my day; I either walk away from the game at hand or I get back into the batters box and give it another swing.
I'm the get back into the box kind of player. Yesterday, after a few wild pitches, I readjusted myself, looked around, focused on the game at hand and stood back in the box. That's just what I do. By the end of today, after more wild pitches and some unexplainable moments in the game of the last two days, I hit one out of the park.
This takes practice. This takes maturity. This takes confidence in knowing that I'm supposed to be right here. Let those wild pitches fly, let those crazy days come as they will. I've seen a lot in this game of life, and I'm more than ready to step up and play.
Batter up.....
Today is a Tuesday that feels alot like a Monday, although yesterday's Monday was a heck of a Monday in it's own right. There is no full moon, there is no change in the barometric pressure, there is no easy sign to explain why the past two days have played out the way they have. They just have.
I knew it by 10am yesterday when the second wild pitch was thrown my way. These are those proverbial things at work and life that come out of nowhere, whiz by your head and make you look around to find where they are coming from. We all have wild pitches. The crazy email, the unexpected bill, the odd question from the child, the rant on the other end of the phone you wish you didn't answer.
In baseball, those wild pitches are meant to scare the hitter off of home plate. The wild pitch screams past the hitters face at almost 100mph and you can imagine there is a flight or fight mentality that kicks into play. This happens in life too. Wild pitches are thrown and you find your blood pressure rising, your curse words being reborn, your whole plan for the day thrown out of whack. I have two choices when wild pitches start in on my day; I either walk away from the game at hand or I get back into the batters box and give it another swing.
I'm the get back into the box kind of player. Yesterday, after a few wild pitches, I readjusted myself, looked around, focused on the game at hand and stood back in the box. That's just what I do. By the end of today, after more wild pitches and some unexplainable moments in the game of the last two days, I hit one out of the park.
This takes practice. This takes maturity. This takes confidence in knowing that I'm supposed to be right here. Let those wild pitches fly, let those crazy days come as they will. I've seen a lot in this game of life, and I'm more than ready to step up and play.
Batter up.....
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