"Swing Batta Batta Batta....

I hate that cliche...."life's a bitch". The more recent phrase, "fuck
my life" is also a bit out of hand, although I don't want to be
hypocrite, I too have uttered these common words more than once at
times when things get a bit out of hand.

I don't want to sound like someone trying to stand out by demoting these
phrases, it's just that as of late I began to kind of understand that there
are reasons things happen the way they do.

I'm not gonna lie. Life really does throw Curveballs at you, often
times multiple ones at once. I, unfortunately, am only equipped with
a single bat, and while I've gotten used to this particular pitch, I'm
only one man. Going 3 for 3 and knocking them out of the park is a
feat few can accomplish.

I guess during this current semester where I'm juggling a job at
Starbucks, classes at San Jose State, an increasingly stressful
internship as a middle school counselor, and making worthwhile, timely
contributions to SJSU's VSA, and simply hanging out with my
friends, I am faced with an unprecedented amount curveballs.
And Fastballs. Sliders. Changeups. That crazy "knuckleball" which
I still don't understand, and probably never will.

And here I am. A one man team, with one bat and my attempt to slug
all of them as they come at me. Trying to build consistency with
my swings is straining. Hearing that imaginary crowd sigh with
disappointment every time I strike out can be draining.

I'm not major league yet either. Haha, that's the thing. Here I
am, in my pre-graduate years, practicing for the next big thing
in my life, when everything is for real, and honestly, a lot more
is at stake for my future, not to sound dramatic or anything.

I don't know what I'm getting at, really. I guess everything that
I'm consistently taking part of can be seen not as negative things
that Life has presented to me simply because Life is being "bitchy", but
as tools to help me get better. Every swing I take, whether I make
contact and send it out of the park, or I miss horribly and end
up on my face on the mound, amounts to one more unit of experience
that makes me better than the next schmoe. Yes, these things can
be hard. And I shall fail. Definitely. Will. Fail. But there's that
other end of the spectrum, Success. It ain't easy, kids. I'll tell ya.

Breathe, Stretch, Shake.

It's coo, though, I got's mah gatorade and my swaaaaaaaag.

Haha, Good Night.