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.