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Batter Up!

 
 
Life. Life loves to pitch the curve ball. You're standing at the base plate, the ball has left the pitcher's hand, you know it's coming for you, straight for you, you brace yourself, take a breath in......but then, the curve. Sometimes the curve is slight, you can still see the ball's trajectory, so you adjust your stance, quickly think of a new approach and prepare to hit it out of the park. More often than not, the ball completely disappears from sight.
 
When that happens watch out!
 
You relax, you drop your guard. No need to panic, there is no immediate threat, no impending danger, everything is as it was before the ball left the pitcher's hand. Yes, the ball is still out there, hurtling through time and space, however you can't see it anymore. Out of sight out of mind, right? Eventually you forget about it and carry on your merry way, until one day it shows up again and smacks you in fair in the face.
 

With blackened eye and bloodied lip, you limp back to the bunker, cursing your lack of attention, your moment of sheer naivety when you stupidly thought the ball would not eventually make it's way to where you are standing on the base plate. The game continues on without you while you lick your wounds and plan your next move. Next time it will be different, you will never let that happen again, you vow. You will stay focused, eye on the ball at all times, you will know the ball is present even if it disappears from sight and when the umpire calls "batter up", you will be ready.

Now you have a whole new game plan. Re-energised and confident you face the pitcher again. That cocky pitcher, who eyes you with an "are you sure you are ready for this?" smirk.

You stand at the base plate, the ball leaves the pitcher's hand, it's coming for you, straight for you, you brace yourself and take a breath in......

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