Picking Myself Up
At times, I compare Life to Baseball, sometimes we strike out, get hit with hard balls, slide in to bases or hit home runs. We can't predict what the game of life will be like, all we can do is play our best and hope for a win.
It has been a lesson for me to learn, no matter what hard balls I get thrown at me, I have to shake it off and keep playing the game. Over the past few weeks, I have had many hard balls thrown at me and I was ready to give up and throw in the towel.
I knew I needed to take a time out, to think about things. I had to make a decision about my writing, if I would continue writing or quit. I hate to be a quitter and nobody likes a quitter. I lost a good friend last week, he was a talented writer and wrote a column for the local newspaper for years.
Shock consumed me and I felt frozen for a few days. I found out that he took his own life, it made me feel as if, I were standing at a pitchers mount and someone hit me in the face with a baseball. At first I asked why?
Then I realized, depression is a silent, evil demon. Many people drink because they are depressed, without realizing, alcohol is a depressant, it only keeps the viscous cycle going. I can't be angry with him, he was playing a game with depression and depression won. I sifted through some of his articles and thought about his amazing, twisted humor, that he let shine when he wrote.
That was when I reminded myself, it was time to pick myself up, brush myself off and get back into the game. I can't let one selfish, asshole Director, kill my passion for writing. I have to rise above his low tactics, never acknowledge him again and continue pursuing my own passion and dreams.
I paid my entry fee, for The Industry Insider contest and started the outline for my script. I also stopped and made a list of everything I have to be grateful for in life. I reminded myself, it isn't the first hard ball I have been hit with in life and it probably won't be the last.
As I reflect, on the time I had with my friend, it made me realize, I have to keep writing. I know that life doesn't always have the ending's that we hope for and I wish I could have wrote a different ending for him. All we can do; keep picking ourselves up, brushing ourselves off, when nobody else will and keep jumping back into the game of life.
I was reminded to keep my faith and trust the ending that God has planned. I believe that faith in God is what makes me pick myself up, because maybe God is actually holding my hands, as I try to stand up.
Remember, we all get hit with hard balls and we all strike out in one way or another. When you feel you can't play the game of life anymore, don't give up, take a time out from what you are doing, then jump back in the game.
Some think that suicide is a selfish thing, maybe it is, but who are we to judge. We all fight are own battles and many of us experience depression throughout our lives. I had a psychologist tell me once, "Everyone thinks about suicide at one point or another, it's only the one's with real strength, that attempt it and survive"
If you know someone who is depressed, take a moment to just listen and don't judge them. Maybe they need someone to talk to, so they can find the strength to pick themselves up again.
Everyone have a great week!
Bobbie
XoXoXo
It has been a lesson for me to learn, no matter what hard balls I get thrown at me, I have to shake it off and keep playing the game. Over the past few weeks, I have had many hard balls thrown at me and I was ready to give up and throw in the towel.
I knew I needed to take a time out, to think about things. I had to make a decision about my writing, if I would continue writing or quit. I hate to be a quitter and nobody likes a quitter. I lost a good friend last week, he was a talented writer and wrote a column for the local newspaper for years.
Shock consumed me and I felt frozen for a few days. I found out that he took his own life, it made me feel as if, I were standing at a pitchers mount and someone hit me in the face with a baseball. At first I asked why?
Then I realized, depression is a silent, evil demon. Many people drink because they are depressed, without realizing, alcohol is a depressant, it only keeps the viscous cycle going. I can't be angry with him, he was playing a game with depression and depression won. I sifted through some of his articles and thought about his amazing, twisted humor, that he let shine when he wrote.
That was when I reminded myself, it was time to pick myself up, brush myself off and get back into the game. I can't let one selfish, asshole Director, kill my passion for writing. I have to rise above his low tactics, never acknowledge him again and continue pursuing my own passion and dreams.
I paid my entry fee, for The Industry Insider contest and started the outline for my script. I also stopped and made a list of everything I have to be grateful for in life. I reminded myself, it isn't the first hard ball I have been hit with in life and it probably won't be the last.
As I reflect, on the time I had with my friend, it made me realize, I have to keep writing. I know that life doesn't always have the ending's that we hope for and I wish I could have wrote a different ending for him. All we can do; keep picking ourselves up, brushing ourselves off, when nobody else will and keep jumping back into the game of life.
I was reminded to keep my faith and trust the ending that God has planned. I believe that faith in God is what makes me pick myself up, because maybe God is actually holding my hands, as I try to stand up.
Remember, we all get hit with hard balls and we all strike out in one way or another. When you feel you can't play the game of life anymore, don't give up, take a time out from what you are doing, then jump back in the game.
Some think that suicide is a selfish thing, maybe it is, but who are we to judge. We all fight are own battles and many of us experience depression throughout our lives. I had a psychologist tell me once, "Everyone thinks about suicide at one point or another, it's only the one's with real strength, that attempt it and survive"
If you know someone who is depressed, take a moment to just listen and don't judge them. Maybe they need someone to talk to, so they can find the strength to pick themselves up again.
Everyone have a great week!
Bobbie
XoXoXo
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