Wrist Hickey

So, today was my second day of practice, and I did leaps and bounds better than yesterday! I fielded the majority of grounders cleanly, only missing a few out of all the ones I took. I also was hitting the ball! w00t! I got my timing back and had some crushing hits. I’m nowhere near as good as I was last year, but compared to yesterday I’m a softball genius. It didn’t take long for me to get some battle scars either. I secured myself a few blisters on my hands due to lack of batting gloves, and I also got a wrist hickey. I suppose it’s not really a hickey since hickey’s are caused by suction. Instead, it is a bruise. So, the whole team was lined up, taking grounders off the pitching machine, and I was something like third in line. A ball took a wicked hop and nailed the back of my wrist before I had a chance to react. It didn’t really hurt at all, it just felt kinda tight. Anyways, it left a nice quarter-size bruise on my wrist with a couple small circles in it from the dimples in the ball. I’m glad I didn’t have to take the pain to get the bruise.

 I also decided that I have an easier time dealing with myself when I’m not focused on myself. I’m very emotionally unstable, and tend to seek out attention for myself, but when I’m playing softball, I’m focused on something other than me. It’s very helpful. It’s hard to be depressed when you’ve got a softball coming at your face at some ridiculous speed. So, softball provided an escape for me this afternoon… I only wish I could be playing softball all the time. Sadly, the weekend is upon me… that means much more unoccupied time with which I can royally mess myself up. Hopefully it won’t work that way though. Hopefully I will read my bible, and pray, and glorify God with all that I do this weekend– which I hope is a lot.

God bless and keep all of you!