reaching a new low

i've been immersed in baseball lately due to an article, and now, i find myself with a curve ball propelling in my direction. full force. will i duck? how do you dodge something with such force? and if you can't, how do you reassemble the pieces once contact has chipped away at your very being?

such a metaphor for forgetting that curve balls are inevitable and how you react, consequential. i didn't duck yesterday, and as a result, i did something really stupid. we've all been there. and then one day later, you smack yourself. good and hard. where did all my common sense go? what happened to all that motherly advice you impart to your children, and then when push-comes-to-shove, you fall apart and do exactly the opposite of what you tell them to do in order to rise above? ah, the humanity of it all.

i hate it when human nature takes over. i'm really better than all that 'meanness' that pours from my mouth. my mama made sure i had all the rules and instructions i needed to get through just about anything. and inevitably ,  i fail to listen - to remember - i get bogged down in garbage and forget what is really important. who is really important. 

no matter what we choose to be at any particular moment, we have to remember, it's a choice. i made it. i pay for it. i'm not the only one in the game. others are depending on me to rise above petty rubbish and do the right thing.

it's monday. i plan on getting back in the game today; however, today's game will follow the play book, the play book that ends with a shot at the title.