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

One song after another the past makes itself present. 
Replays after replays I wish and pray you were still here.
Thinking about how it used to be.
Trying to feel what I used to feel.
My heart beating against yours.
Our voices soft in the dark.
It's all I want.
Just you.
Just be mine.
Open your eyes and look into mine.
 Know that during this time you're all I want.
It's all I want. 
Nothing more, nothing less.
Just say yes.
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