I have spent way too much of my life waiting to hit the grand slam that wins the World Series, believing that it was the only thing that counted. I expected that one day I would hit 'the big one' and then be bathed in glorious contentment, satisfaction, and the admiration of my family and friends, thereafter. I could not have been more wrong.
I see now that I have not kept score on myself either accurately or realistically. By under-valuing the importance of just getting on base, I diminished my accomplishments and the joy that I might have had all along.
I am making up for that now with a new perspective. I have lowered my standards appropriately.
I realize that I am really good at getting on base.
Yes, I have made a lot of outs, and swung at some mighty bad pitches,
Looking back over a lifetime of getting on base I am determined to enjoy taking my sweet time rounding my way towards home.