The Goal is Just to Get on Base

Odd bit of time to be writing, 1:30 am, but yesterday was odd. It was a time out for exhaustion and time out for numbness all day. The only thing that made any sense was staying in the conversation with Eric Lofholm and I almost missed it. I got there just in time for the goodies, though.

He was talking about his business as a daily attempt to get on base. He and his son play baseball together and his metaphors were straight out of MLB and so sweetly honest.

Here is this guy with clients around the world dialing in every week to hear him,talking about not trying everyday to get a home run and even admitting to how often he strikes out. His goal every day was just to get on base.

And as is the case with Eric when he is making a point he repeated this more then once.

Get on base every day is the goal. Don't try for the grand slam. Just do something everyday and be consistent.

He was also reviewing the first half of the year with us. In looking at this it seems I just got out of bed suffering with  a long illness, attended with miserable soul sucking nightmares and am struggling to find the strength to make it to the bathroom so I can barf.

The draining drama of watching Rob slide into death, living on no sleep for two months practically because of the nightly horrors of his illness, the energy vampire that was his sister, the loss of the best job hope I had had in years, Mom slipping down into a protracted fade out of life, and turning around to find my friends getting run down by the 2012 bus right along side of me came glopping through.

Yeah, yesterday was a long overdue time out.

I wasn't wandering around in mental muck very much though and I could tell when something hit me if it was my energy or not. Still some residual Ill Wishing out of LRH Way but it slid and got called out before it got to home plate.

It would seem I am also taking my own advice not to kick myself after finding a dent mark on my fanny from someone else's foot. It occurs to me to ask"Why should I beat myself up for their behaviour? I didn't make them that way. I only brought them into view so I could read my own slate better. Get another Key from under the Curtain. "Ouch and Thanks anyway, Assholes" is about all there is to it really.

So...who am I today and what grand and glorious adventures am I going to have?

Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua Dea Eterna