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 Preoccupied Mind


Play the piano, only one song for I only know one.
Start an old habit of knitting.
Go out and eat with friends.
Talk to one on the phone.
Watch an old show.
Knit another row of what seems to be an unending blanket.
Read a few pages of my book.
Do a little homework.
Not hungry.
Replay my one song.
Play some music.
Take a nap.
Lie awake in the living room with the natural light peering in.
It gets dark outside, close the blinds.
Write a stupid blog.
Reminisce.
Sleep.
Nope, it’s a no go.
No sleep, no food.
The clock ticks, the mind wanders, and my body suffers.

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