Through many years, I've been focusing on the pitch and the outcome of whether or not I actually hit the ball to make it on base. I've realized that it's more about watching the movements the pitcher makes to throw each particular pitch. Will she curve her wrist, smack her glove to scare me, or throw a ball? If I can see what she does as she throws each pitch, I can be better be prepared for that brief moment when the ball reaches the batter's box. The outcome is now the result of my observances and my reaction to each of the pitcher's movement. I'm in control and I choose how I want the game to end.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

A Parting


Those moments are remembered, but gone forever.
It haunts us at night and keeps us awake.
We follow the path of ghosts,
Waiting and hoping for what used to be.
Denial is not a path leading to the future.
This time the mountain is too high,
It’s not the time to give up but the time to let go.
Farewell to something that was never meant to last.
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