Play Ball

Sometimes finding the way forward is more difficult than we imagine, particularly when we’re just hitting our stride and from out of no-where the unexpected occurs. It somehow seems worse when we discover a fork in the road that isn’t on the original map. I hate that, don’t you?

And one week it’s a two-way street, and the next, someone’s closed off one end with a STOP WRONG WAY, GO BACK sign and someone else again has put in speed humps to slow the traffic right down.

What is it about chaos and confusion that sends us in a tail spin so quickly? Perhaps it’s the fact we’re forced to make a decision right there and then but we’d prefer not to, or maybe we feel like we’re being bullied into taking a direction that is inconvenient for us, not in our plans and definitely the longer way round.

Whatever it is about the pair they sure know how to bring the game to me! The first strike was a foul ball, the pitcher Chaos is canny but it’s a bad strategy. I’m left-handed so he tries to swing the ball closer into my body. Big mistake.

At backstop, confusion is niggling me below his breath, it would be easy to fall into a tail-spin now and it’s hard not to feel ganged up on.

“Ball wide'” yells the Umpire.

“What’s that?” I think to myself. My look back into the eyes of confusion is steely.

“I’ve got your number buddy,” I reassure myself. The Umpire’s voice screams into my thoughts breaking my reverie … ball high … Chaos becomes very intent now, he’s staring me down … ball wide … yes!

I drop the bat out of the field of play and make the walk to base one. “Not today buddy, no tail spin for me!”