Sometimes life just hits you with a fast ball when you were ready for the curve and there isn't much you can do about it. You had been practicing all your life and getting better at hitting those curves and suddenly it's not what you expect. You realize a little too late that you're kinda screwed, but you swing anyway. Sometimes you miss, and sometimes you get a home run.
I had a curve ball recently. I didn't miss, and I didn't hit a home run. I guess that line drive just out of reach of third gave me enough time to get safely to first. We'll see what happens though. I'm sliding into first but the baseman might already have the ball.
At least I swung though. I could have just given up and taken the strike. And then another strike, and then another. They add up quick and before you know it, you're out. You never know when your next chance up at bat will be. Perhaps it's the last inning; perhaps not. Too bad you aren't guaranteed 9 innings at life so you never know.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Looking Back
Another year come and gone.
It's funny how quickly the last year has passed. As I look back on the past year, it doesn't seem like it has been that much time at all. I can clearly remember the things I was doing a year ago on certain dates and where I was, how I was feeling, the people I was with, and what I thought the future held. I remember certain activities on certain days, 4th of July, my birthday, Halloween, but as the anniversaries of these days pass, it doesn't seem like a year has gone by, perhaps only a couple months. Time does go faster the older I get.
As the time passes and the years keep adding themselves to my life, sometimes I feel like I am going nowhere fast. If you would have asked me 5 years ago, or even a year ago where I thought I would be right now, I wouldn't have said here. Plans have a way of not coming to fruition.
"Man makes plans and God laughs"
This year ahead is a year of change. New Beginnings, hopefully new people and new things to fill my time with. As I look back on my last year, it has been full of good things, but also disappointment. Hopefully when I reach next year, and look back on this year, it will be a year that helped to shape me for the better; I hope every year after this is one that I can look back upon fondly and see that it helped me to get where I needed to go.
Where will I be in a year?
Where will you be in a year?
It's funny how quickly the last year has passed. As I look back on the past year, it doesn't seem like it has been that much time at all. I can clearly remember the things I was doing a year ago on certain dates and where I was, how I was feeling, the people I was with, and what I thought the future held. I remember certain activities on certain days, 4th of July, my birthday, Halloween, but as the anniversaries of these days pass, it doesn't seem like a year has gone by, perhaps only a couple months. Time does go faster the older I get.
As the time passes and the years keep adding themselves to my life, sometimes I feel like I am going nowhere fast. If you would have asked me 5 years ago, or even a year ago where I thought I would be right now, I wouldn't have said here. Plans have a way of not coming to fruition.
"Man makes plans and God laughs"
This year ahead is a year of change. New Beginnings, hopefully new people and new things to fill my time with. As I look back on my last year, it has been full of good things, but also disappointment. Hopefully when I reach next year, and look back on this year, it will be a year that helped to shape me for the better; I hope every year after this is one that I can look back upon fondly and see that it helped me to get where I needed to go.
Where will I be in a year?
Where will you be in a year?
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Trying to be Polite
I like when people take an interest in me and the things I'm doing. It's great! People ask me questions and smile when I'm telling them about the things that I like, how I'm feeling, and the things that I'm doing with my life.
It does, however, get quite annoying when different people ask you the same question over, and over, and over, and over again, specifically at family functions with people that you don't see but once every couple years. The first couple times I am excited, and then after that a little less, but I still enthusiastically tell my life situation. A while after that I simple start to rattle off bullet points of information, and drone on until all the basics have been covered. Soon after that I simply say that things are going great and nothing has changed; I then stand there and hope the person will walk away bored.
It's not their FAULT. Perhaps they were truly interested, were sitting next to me and felt the need to politely converse, or perhaps they were bored and needed conversation--with any of those options they didn't know that they were the twelfth person that day, and probably 50th person that month to ask me the same questions and tell me the same "interesting facts" that 'nobody else knows'. I try to have patience, but it sometimes wears thin.
Anyway, you know it's a boring party when, after a few minutes of listening to the random conversations around me, I know that all of them can somehow be traced back to the things I told each and every one of those people. There's no way that everyone cares so much about what I'm doing that they want to talk about it at a party--there's just nothing else to talk about.
It just made me think about the things that I really like to converse about. Sure--I like when people take an interest in me, but it doesn't mean that I like to talk about myself all day. Not to toot my own horn--I'm pretty interesting, yea, but even I get sick of myself after a while.
It does, however, get quite annoying when different people ask you the same question over, and over, and over, and over again, specifically at family functions with people that you don't see but once every couple years. The first couple times I am excited, and then after that a little less, but I still enthusiastically tell my life situation. A while after that I simple start to rattle off bullet points of information, and drone on until all the basics have been covered. Soon after that I simply say that things are going great and nothing has changed; I then stand there and hope the person will walk away bored.
It's not their FAULT. Perhaps they were truly interested, were sitting next to me and felt the need to politely converse, or perhaps they were bored and needed conversation--with any of those options they didn't know that they were the twelfth person that day, and probably 50th person that month to ask me the same questions and tell me the same "interesting facts" that 'nobody else knows'. I try to have patience, but it sometimes wears thin.
Anyway, you know it's a boring party when, after a few minutes of listening to the random conversations around me, I know that all of them can somehow be traced back to the things I told each and every one of those people. There's no way that everyone cares so much about what I'm doing that they want to talk about it at a party--there's just nothing else to talk about.
It just made me think about the things that I really like to converse about. Sure--I like when people take an interest in me, but it doesn't mean that I like to talk about myself all day. Not to toot my own horn--I'm pretty interesting, yea, but even I get sick of myself after a while.
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