I’ve spent 8 hours today in 90 degree heat at my daughter’s Fastpitch Softball Tournament. I could write many a post just on this experience alone. But I won’t. Cuz I’m tired, and sunburned, and I really need to take a shower.
However, one thing did stand out. I notice, now that I’m a writer..and I use that term loosely…no matter what I’m doing..there’s this one little part of my brain that is always asking..is this blog worthy? And today, it was the not so subtle chanting from the other team that got me creating a post in my head while keeping tracks of runs and doing triage on softball warriors in the dugout.
We put in a new pitcher. And not 2 seconds later we hear…
Check Check Check it out.
Check that brand new pitcher out.
Is she high, or is she low. Is she fast., or is she slow?
Welcome to the world of Fastpitch. There’s a chant for every possible scenario on the field. They encourage team spirit, create bonding experiences, and many times, they are meant to rattle the other team.
Turnabout is fair play. When in Rome…..
My favorite when one of our girls was up to bat:
Emma’s up to bat to bat
to give the ball a whack a whack
if I were you I’d scootch my booty back
I realized..I’m kind of a new pitcher in this game of writing. People are checking me out, wondering what I’m writing about, and why. I feel intimidated by the bloggers that have hundreds of followers.
When one of our youngest pitchers was watching a pitcher from another team today..all she could say was..”WOW“. There was a lot she didn’t say, but I could guess at what she was thinking, because I’ve thought all the same thoughts.
They are so good. How can I ever be that good? What if I’m never that good?
And then I remember one my first posts I put together when starting this blog. And I recall the quote that I love so much:
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. -William Blake
And I realized that the words I told that new little pitcher today…were words I need to give myself. I don’t remember the exact wording…but it went something like this:
I told her that she may not be that kind of pitcher YET. But, if it’s what she really wants..she can have it, too. If she’s willing to work, and to accept criticism, and to always keep a good attitude, and never stop, she’ll close the gap.
And I looked back at that early post I wrote. The energy behind what I wrote quite a while back, inspired the words I spoke to the young pitcher today. AND they were the very same words I needed to hear right now. Try that one out. Weird, huh?
I’m on the pitcher’s mound. Check me out. I may not be throwin my best heat yet. I may not be striking every batter out…but I’m working. I’m creating. I’m not giving up…and I know someday, I’ll close the gap.