how late is too late
So, how late is too late? I'm playing softball tonight for my first time since high school. I havn't touched my glove since then. High school was about 7 years ago.
The story. I played competetive softball since the begining of my time. I don't have a memory that doesn't have softball in it. I had a few offers from colleges to play for them, but I had other plans. I chose to go the religious route. I turned down my scholarships to go for a year to Israel. This was a choice that had been weighing me down. A really hard choice to make. How could i give up something that has been part of my life for so long? But I guess I realized that my religion had been apart of me longer and went with that choice. So, when i made that decision I put down my bat and I put down my catchers mitt and said that was all the softball I would play.
My friend broke her foot. She somehow stepped on it wrong and it went all out of wack. She is now a gimp. The one thing she asked of me was to take over for her in her softball leaugue. I had to say yes to one upcoming game cause she forced me. But I felt had moved on from softball when I became religious. Is it weird for me to be scared? Is it going to be weird for me that I won't be able to hit a ball? Is it going to be weird that I'm going to be the only one in a skirt? Softball was my past, but I guess i'm bringing it into my present.
Wish me luck!
1 Comments:
its like riding a bike. being frum and loving something that you know you're good at is not contradictory. you don't lose your ability to throw out a runner stealing second from a catcher's crouch the second you step off a plane in israel. it might be harder to crouch in a skirt, but thats a different story all together. trust me. i love you reifer!!
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