i can be thinking all day, trying to rest my mind, trying to let go, listen to music, repeat positive affirmations, whatev, and what really does the trick (the trick being that i feel happy and content inside without effort)...is a 2 shots of fireball, one beer, and some kickball. the win (or in today's case, the loss) doesn't even matter. it's the competition, the complete focus on what im doing, the air, the people, the completely different social atmosphere. Ninety-nine percent of the time i leave my kickball games not remembering what i was thinking about relationships earlier, what i needed to get done for work, what i failed at during the day, what i needed to work on spritually, anything. i just feel good. it's crazy. so simple and so crazy. who'da thought? that practicing my bunts with KP, talking about the team we are going to put together for next season, shooting the shit with boys i've known for a year but know nothing about their families/girlfriends/etc., drinking my beer on the sidelines solo, or walking away from someone mid conversation because someone made a great play that i needed to cheer about, would completely shift my gears without me even knowing it was happing. i love it when this happens more than i love a lot of things.
ah, sweet lord. thank you.
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