
I was sitting here thinking about all the bloggers I have met in the last 2 years. Eventually, each one is a friend, ones I check on and care about. If he/she doesn't post for a bit or seems "off". I worry or at least wonder if everything is Ok in their world. Most of "our gang" lets each other know they may not be posting for a bit - that's good, at least we don't need to worry.
Lately, I haven't been able to express myself and my posts are pitiful. When Life throws me a curve ball, I take it personally - kind of like being hit by the pitch and wondering if it were on purpose. Did the Manager of the other team tap his temple twice, rub his left nostril and pat his belt buckle sending a sign to the pitcher to
hit me or at least "throw it hard inside"?
When pitches like this occur, one gets timid and overly cautious - the whole point of the mind game. My Dad used to tell me it was important to rush the guy with the puck so he'd see 240 pounds of muscle coming and maybe give it away, not wanting to be the victim of a hard check.. Good lesson, Dad. I'll pretend I'm you, play defense, go after Life, check it into the boards til it resounds thru my life.
Anyway, bear with me as I get
my blogging bearing again. Nothing major but I saw that crazy manager gesturing again - here comes another pitch, inside - just enough to throw me off my Game.
Just as in baseball, think I can read his signs - therefore be a bit prepared to brace myself.
Happy Friday to all. Weekend coming up for those of you still doing the 9 to 5. (As if I need to remind you!)