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.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

I am too inspired by Snow Patrol.  I'm not sure if it's because I went to their concert or because I am mesmerized by Gary Lightbody's voice.  So I'm sure I will look back and read my stupid blogs about love and blame Snow Patrol.  So to continue my blog of love (haha that sounds kind of funny):

All I ever wanted was to share what I've been given,
To be forever loved in your eyes,
My hand in yours and a dream based only on reality.
I could give you my life and strive to make everyday like the last,
It doesn't matter what happened in the past,
because you are who you are with that past
and it's perfect.
You and your heart are all I want.
Give me that and I will give you my all.
I pray and pray that one day life will guide you back to me.
I ask for a sign whether to leave you behind or wait,
It seems impossible for the first,
but it seems that I may have to fight my fear and leave you behind.


Ok, hopefully that will be my last.  I highly doubt it, but it's kind of making me sick to see all these lovey dovey stuff. 


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