Many children are fearless. They explore the world around them with unabashed wonder and amusement, with the hope of a new adventure around every corner. They have not experienced enough in this life to warn them to count the costs before every decision is made, and their carefree spirit reminds us of what it was like to be young once. I, however, was not this child. For whatever reason I always found myself to be much too aware of the circumstances and I proceeded with caution in almost all that I did. All except for when I was on the field playing softball. From the age of 7 – 17 (and one year in college) softball was my life. As a catcher I was accustomed to getting dirty, taking risks, calling plays and I loved it! As a baserunner my speed made me prime for stealing bases and nothing gave me greater joy than a dirty uniform that served as the evidence that I dove head first into 2nd base, 3rd, or even home. What’s the significance of this you ask? Well anyone familiar with the sport knows that diving head first into home is often considered unsafe and unwise as a collision with the catcher and all of her gear could mean disaster. Playing this position I knew this better than anyone, but it didn’t stop me. Sliding feet first was safe but felt awkward. I wanted to take charge of where I was going and see everything that was coming my way. I wasn’t afraid of the scrapes or bruises because I knew the end result was well worth the temporary pain. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Then a strange thing happened. I grew up. I understood hurt feelings, loss, pain, regret, and failure. I was now aware of the benefits of being analytical and calculating before making any decisions, and before I knew it Caution became my guide. I wouldn’t leave home without him and I certainly wouldn’t make a move before consulting him first. While there’s a time and place for Caution in one’s life, I saw that he had taken over in too many areas. I went from thinking I was being wise and rational to the painful realization that I was at a standstill. So here I am, ready to move forward. This blog may speak to you in a variety of ways. It may amuse, provoke thought, teach, help or simply let you know that you’re not alone. For me it’s the first step toward a new chapter in my life. One in which I proudly wave my battle scars and embark on the liberating journey of becoming a better me. It’s time to exercise my faith, and I wholeheartedly embrace all that is to come.
I hope that you will join me and share your growth along the way!