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

You crash like the waves of a tsunami in the back of my mind, the roaring tides and the strong gusts of wind remind me of the feelings left from the unfinished business, and let’s not forget like the sea of dead fish left after the matter is the way I have become to you. The marks left on me from the lashing whips of water have been torturous and now my eyes are dry of any tears that may be lurking behind any old memories. Inspired once by your independent thinking and determination, I was swallowed in by Moby Dick like Pinocchio. Now Moby Dick is the only whale I’m not looking for. I will let the waves pass and the ocean calm while I continue sailing the sea into unknown territory.
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