As I was laying in bed early one morning this week, well before the alarm was to wake me, I simply let my thoughts flow and go where they wanted.
I tried to welcome the thoughts as friends and just observe them. I say tried because I got rather caught up in on particular thought.
I realized that life is a lot like stepping up to bat in baseball.
I supposed that in this perfect (?) analogy Life would be the guy on the pitcher mound. I don’t mean to imply that Life is trying to strike you out so much as Life is the one throwing you the curve balls; along with fast ball, gentle tosses, spit balls, lobs and occasionally nails you one in the arm.
It works because when you step up to home plate, with that bat in hand for the first time; you suck…no offense, we all did. We had no skills yet, no experience. We were awkward and we all know that one guy, who forgot to run to first base when he finally connected to the ball!
There is a lot of layers of truth in that last statement. Some people still can’t recognize what to do when they finally hit the ball!
The thing is some of us had fun anyway. We lost, we fell down and occasionally we struck out. We sometimes got called with a bad play or a foul ball. Sometimes we hit a good one and got on base. Once in a blue moon we may even have hit it out of the park…or far enough to get a home run anyway. We all did.
We also learned that having a team to support us makes a world of difference. You can’t play a good game by yourself. A coach, team mates…they all make the game happen.
However, there are many who shrugged and decided it was easier to just be part of the crowd on the bleachers. Some didn’t see the possibilities that might come with practice; or perhaps they just didn’t see the value in the effort. Some were told by others they could never make it to the ‘big leagues’ and believed it; so they stopped trying.
Then there are those who kept going. They played for fun at first sure; but in doing so they built up an affinity for the game. They learned to judge when to bunt, where the ball was going and when to steal third.
Did they screw up? You bet they did. They got hurt, they were embarrassed and had slumps where I am certain they questioned everything. But when you know your purpose, your goal you can persist through those times. You have faith in what you are doing.
They kept their eye on the ball; literally and metaphorically. Focus,drive, practice and more practice. Sounds a lot like how life works doesn’t it?
In life you have to keep your eye on the ball and keep swinging. In doing so you will eventually be able to predict with some accuracy (most days anyway) where the ball will go when you hit it. And you know what I love to say about that. When you know where you’re going you know when you get there!
You can still get surprised by pitches but you will learn to better and faster adjust on the fly. You also learn that life sometimes strikes you out and that’s okay.
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Am I right about players and the crowd? Are there more ways life is like heading to bat?