Waiting for this moment to arise

You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.  ~  Mark Twain

I grew up a very creative only kid on a very limited budget, so I had to improvise to have fun.

I lived to play softball, league team, community team, tournament team, etc.  I played on multiple teams at one time. We didn’t have fast-pitch “back in the day,” and we didn’t have hitting facilities. I was one of the smallest kids both in my class and on my team, so I had to find something I could do to make up for my inability to hit homeruns like my superstar teammates.

I learned how to place hit.

Because I wasn’t strong enough or quick enough to hit the ball over the outfielders’ heads, I learned to do the next best thing—place the ball where the players weren’t.

The key to place hitting is having a good eye, good timing, and good position. All of those details require focus.

“Back in the day” my mom had a clothes line to dry our laundry. I rigged up my own hitting helper. I put a softball in an old tube sock and tied a shoe string around the end and then tied the shoestring to the clothes line so that the ball in the sock was about chest level.

I took my bat and practiced standing in different positions, envisioning the different angles where the ball might cross homeplate. I tapped the ball and watched the direction it went. If I put my right foot to the back of the box and turned my body so that my left foot was in front, I could make the ball go toward first base. If pulled my left foot to the edge of the box, I could make it go in the opposite direction.

I spent hours focusing on the ball. When I tried out my new skills at practice, I discovered I could put the ball pretty much wherever I wanted. My ideal placement was down the chalk of the right field line. This type of hit makes it extra hard for the fielders to throw out runners headed for second or third base. Even if they threw me out, I would at least advance the lead runners.

If I happened to hit several right field fouls, I then switched my feet and dropped the ball over the third baseman’s head. Surprise! I always got a kick out of the look on the faces of the opposing coaches after they adjusted their players to the right.

I was a pretty decent pitcher, much better than a hitter. But when you’re an only kid, it’s hard to practice pitching all by yourself.

Again, I came up with a way to practice alone. My little house had a concrete front porch with two posts. If I stood next to the road in my front yard, I could pitch my softball so that it would hit the post on my front porch and then bounce back to me. I had to be accurate. Otherwise, I might break my mom’s window.

After spending sometimes hours a day doing this, I developed a pretty accurate pitch. I could almost always throw the ball over the plate. I also learned a special backspin release that made the ball pop up when batters hit it.

My downfall was that I put such a high arch on the ball that sometimes I threw it too deep behind the plate. I had to find a way to remedy the situation. The only thing I knew to do was to put a glove on the ground and practice pitching the ball over and over so that I could drop it into the glove every time.

It worked.

I didn’t realize back then that I was fine tuning more than my softball skills. I was developing focus.

Focus is everything in life.

Without focus, we risk roaming and never reaching our goals. It’s great to have a goal, but no matter bad badly people want something, they may never achieve it unless that find out how they’re going to get there and what’s holding them back.

I came to this little epiphany when I was practicing my guitar the last week. It took a Beatles song to help me learn where I wanted to go and what’s holding me back. I realized that I could practice for hours and learn nothing unless I was focused on finding my own way to master a technique.

Over the past few months I’ve dealt with a lot of stress and sorrow, and if it weren’t for the music I’d probably be a basket case. As much as I live to write, I became so discouraged that I lost my focus on writing. Sure, I write every day. But I found myself writing in circles, going nowhere.

I finally asked myself again EXACTLY what I wanted from my writing, what I wanted from life. It sounds simplistic, but if I really I need to pinpoint my destination, figure out how I’m going to get there, and figure out what’s holding me back so that I can remedy the situation.

How about you? What is it you want? Where are you going? How are you supposed to get there? What’s holding you back? How can you fix the problem?

Ultimately, we can do all the right things and still find obstacles that are too difficult to overcome. That’s where our faith in and dependence upon God come along. I believe He wants us to grow, to be the best we can be, but I also believe He wants us to rely on Him and to give credit where credit is due.

In less than two weeks I will leave my classroom for a summer break. I have dreams that I want to come true. If there is anything in this world that irks me, it is to hear a person say, “I wish I could do that”—and then do NOTHING to make it happen, be it practicing or pushing beyond the comfort zone or praying.

Doing nothing leads to regret. I’ve already traveled that road one too many times.

It’s time to arise and go…in focus.

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11 thoughts on “Waiting for this moment to arise

  1. I’ve had more trouble now than ever being focused. I also have trouble with my lefts and rights. I’ve been called directionally challenged. But that’s another story.

  2. I am a little ashamed to admit that I didn’t really focus on anything until I turned 40; I just sort of floated around in space assuming everything was going to turn out well for me.

    • I can definitely relate. I wish I had better vision when I was in school and college. But they say it’s never too late to be what you could have been. Maybe there’s hope for me yet. Considering how people admire you, I’d say everything turned out just fine. 🙂

  3. Whew! A lot to think about here.This is a great post and so very profound. Practice, focus, perseverance = success. It is discipline, and a habit that some concur better then others… Blackbird fly…….

  4. I think hope and discipline go hand in hand. When I’m really down and discouraged, my discipline fails. When I have hope, I work harder. The Beatles song was inspired by oppression. When peole feel oppressed, they can’t fly. Hope strengthens vision. Focus leads to discipline and success. WOW! I’m on my soapbox rant today. Ha! I hope your day is wonderful!

  5. WOW!!! I can’t tell you how many times that I have said, “I wish I could do that!” Unfortunately, I try for a while but don’t seem to get anywhere. I lose focus and still wish I could do it. 😦 You have given me quite a bit to think about. Thanks.

  6. I guess the question we need to ask ourselves is why can’t I do that, and then find a way to answer it. Thanks so much for reading and commenting. 🙂

  7. “If there is anything in this world that irks me, it is to hear a person say, ‘I wish I could do that’—and then do NOTHING to make it happen, be it practicing or pushing beyond the comfort zone or praying.”

    Yes! I so agree!!

    I hope you have a very enjoyable summer break. : )

  8. Thank you. 🙂 I am really looking forward to it. My goal is to do my best to reach some of my goals. I want to relax, but I also want to have time to be productive. Doing what I like to do is the best relaxation for me.

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