Lotta people think the worst thing ever is to pop one up.
That the weight of everyone watching, realizing at the same time
it had the height, but not the distance
seems to drag dreams back down to reality even faster.
But if you’ve been doing this long enough, you know that isn’t the worst.
That’s business as usual. That’s Tuesday,
everybody’s open but not everybody’s making money.
If you want to be a pro, you’re going to have to make peace with those days.
And you will, once you experience the worst one.
And you will, if you stick with it.
In fact, how long you’ve been at it, part of what makes these types of days worse.
Like the universe is rubbing it in.
One afternoon you’ll put your best into it. Swing,
after swing,
after swing, and you won’t connect on a single thing.
You’ll think about standing in the way,
not leaning into it,
standing
bow legged,
desperado style over home plate
telling the pitcher to rip one.
Prove it, prove its there,
prove you haven’t been swinging at ghosts
of timing,
and potential,
and dreams still worth dusting off.
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