Some of you may have no earthly idea what I am even talking about.  But last night, I played in a slow pitch softball game for the first time in about a year, and that’s what I hit.  Which is so stinkin great for me.  I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t swung a bat in nearly 12 months and I came out the gate HOT.  I used to play ball a lot. Like all the time.  Then life happened and I just couldn’t get out on the field.

When I say life, I mean hard life.  When I started playing ball again as an adult, I played on a team with my best friend.  My best friend who became my roommate.  My roommate who drove drunk one night and ran his car into a tree and died.  After than, ball wasn’t as fun anymore.  There were too many memories that brought on a slew of emotions so I just didn’t play. But last night, I played.  And played great at that.  The memories were still there, but in a good way.  In a healed way.  Not that I am healed from losing a best friend in such a tragic way. But healed enough that there was peace when I was playing.

Life is hard.  I have been through some things.  I have lost people and had every single one of my feelings hurt.  But I am still here.  I am making the best of what I have and seeing that living life to the fullest brings great peace to someone like me.  I am by no means perfect.  I screw up regularly.  I am judgey.  And rude. And negative.  But I can recognize it. And work on changing it.  So thanks for listening. And encouraging. And just being.  I appreciate this little community that I can share with.



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