It's uncanny to me that as I wrote my entry about "Why I love Softball and Growling at People" this week, I was in fact following my two old ways of gaining respect from others.
Looking back, my first one was the head fake. As a catcher, I used to make sure that the other coach knew I could make the throw to second without any effort. My hope was that they'd take note and never even send their runners.
My second means, if the subtle one didn't work, was to cause a commotion. If that runner was sent after the pitch was in motion, I jumped up and growled and yelled. I made the runner know I saw them and they often got pysched out and ran too slow to get to second.
I think over the past few weeks, I've been slowing showing my new co-workers at my new job that I can figuratively throw the ball to second without much effort. I don't draw attention to myself, but even in the quiet persistence, people noticed that I was getting things done.
It was in a quiet moment all alone (in the shower actually) when I was pondering my next steps that I remembered a famous man from the Bible. When God called, he said in Hebrew, "Heenayni." "Here I am. And I knew, even though my next steps were not of a Biblical calling type nature, I knew I was having a Heenayni moment. I saw an opportunity, I saw my chance, and I knew I needed to take it.
In fact, I saw that it was time to run, screaming, yelling, headlong into the arms of fate. Last week, I sprinted straight at what lay ahead, grabbed it and lovingly wrestled with it. I put my own destiny in a headlock. I had taken everything in, I'd assessed my situation, and I knew what I was doing. I made a commotion. I knew my strength and I knew that it was time for me to make myself known.
Anyone else wrestling with fate? I can't wait to tell you what happened next :)