In the awesome game that is rounders, there is a certain rule that comes into play when a ‘backwards hit’ occurs. A backwards hit is a good ball that hits off the bat, but then lands behind the batter line. The batter can only run to first and wait. And then what happens is this – the backstop takes the ball and has all the time in the world to walk up to the batter line and get the ball to second. At that moment, the whole game is waiting, paused, poised, ready to move when the backstop finally sends the ball into play. I love that moment in rounders. All that power, all that potential, just ready to kick things off.
Just now, my life feels a little bit like I’ve batted a backwards hit. I’m fine, I’m good, I’m safe, but on the other hand I’m waiting at first base, watching the backstop like a hawk, getting ready to react when the ball goes into play. In a fair few areas of my life, someone else’s decision, someone else’s call, someone else’s whim, someone else’s baggage, someone else’s choice….that’s what I’m waiting on. And I have no idea what’s going to happen. Maybe the backstop will fluff, and I’ll make it to second, or even score a rounder. Maybe I’ll just make it to second this time. Maybe I’ll get struck out…all I know is until some other things happen I’m a little bit in limbo. I just don’t know what to do with myself, to go all Dusty Springfield for a moment. Or at least I don’t into that ball comes into play. When it does, I guess I’ll just have to hope I’ll make the right decision.
Hahahaha, as if this blog weren’t mysterious enough sometimes, now I’ve broken out a sporting analogy. I love it. I’m also aware that this analogy applies to ooooh, between three and five different situations, in wildly different areas of my life. How on earth did that happen?
Anyways, enough of me. How are you?