Publishing your writing on a daily basis is kind of like baseball. You write every post to be a home run but there seems to be many more strike outs than hits. You know you hit it out of the park when you see the sharing from one Facebook page to the other. People take a moment out of their busy lives to comment, send an e-mail, call. Then, you get a string of strikes and it makes you want to quit the game all together.
Babe Ruth was the king of home runs. But, he also lead the league in strike-outs five times. He struck out 1,330 times. He hit 714 home runs. He struck out twice as much as he hit it out of the park. There were periods where he hit slumps because he was always, I mean always, trying to hit a home run. He swung hard every time. He believed and was quoted as saying that he never worried about strikes because “every strike brings me closer to the next home run.”
I was thinking today about all the blog posts that got little play. Ones that I thought were good, but they just didn’t measure up in the real world. In fact, I have been in a little slump. It has been a while since I hit a home run. I was thinking, what’s the point? Why bother? I realized that I don’t know which one is going to be a hit, which one is going to be a home run. And, I can’t hit a home run if I don’t play. I can’t “let the fear of striking out hold me back” according to Mr. Ruth himself.
Babe Ruth knew that strikes were part of the game. Strikeouts were the price to pay for swinging hard, going for a home run every at bat. He made peace with it. He found joy in what many of us would consider failure by viewing it as one step closer instead of one step further away.
How many things in your life do you see as one step further away, rather than one step closer?
I am grateful to be in the game. I am grateful for the home runs I have hit. I am grateful for the strikes. I have made peace with the fact that they are an inherent part of the game. And, I commit to swinging hard every time, trying to hit it out of the park, knowing that in between the let downs and disappointments, every once in a while I get the privilege of watching it soar over the fence.