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

If I could, I would erase every memory of you.
I am not waving a white flag or ignoring what happened,
but I've lost too much time because of you.
This one moment, I over think it
and suddenly I'm free.
No matter how many memories you've given me,
I won't hold onto them anymore.
There's light at the end of the tunnel.
I am stronger and know that I am more.
I knew from the beginning what to expect.
It was my ignorance.
Goodbye and move on.
All of a sudden I am my own.
I am me, I see me without you.
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