I guess you can say growing up I was somewhat of a tomboy. Jeans and gumshoes for me. No dresses for me. Even as a teenager it was no dresses and no makeup for me. I could spend my time doing something else besides in the mirror all day.
Now if you've seen any full body pictures of me you know I didn't have the body of a tomboy!
I just love sports. I started with a love for baseball. I can catch and yes I still have an arm (maybe terms that only my sports peeps can understand.)
For some reason in my neighborhood there were no softball teams for girls except at the high schools and I was only in middle school.
So I found a baseball Pal League. I was in business. Until my Dad found out it was a boys team and they didn't play with a softball they played with a baseball, as we say, hardball.
Finally we, my mom and I, were able to get my Dad to say yes, which wasn't too difficult. He really couldn't tell his girls No. And if he did, it didn't stick for long.
I want to take you back to the first day of practice. I'm all geared up. The boys were okay with me being the only girl on the team. I said I was I tomboy. But remember, I didn't look like one.
So my position was shortstop. For the record, shortstop and second base gets a lot of action.
I'll never forget the play. I'm in the field playing shortstop, and it's batter up. The pitcher throws the ball, the batter miss, strike one, calls the umpire behind the plate. The catcher throws the ball back to the pitcher. The pitcher winds up and he throws the ball again. The batter miss, strike two shouts the umpire.
The batter has 2 strikes one more strike and he's out. The pitcher throws a fastball and this time the batter connects. He hits the ball straight up the middle!
That ball is coming at me fast. It's a grounder, so I'm going to have to stop it from going into the outfield and hopefully I can get him out at first. The ball takes an unexpected weird hop. Right under my glove and hits me in my right shin. OMG!
That was painful. Needless to say I quit the team. I don't think that makes me a quitter. What do you think?
I'm pretty sure my Dad was happy not that I got hurt, but that I quit the team. Really it was my Dad and Mom fault that I wanted to play with the boys anyway.
They taught me that I could be and do whatever I desire. The sky was the limit. I've always had the mindset that I could do anything and be whatever I want with the proper training. I control my success, my dreams, and my destiny.
There maybe something going on for you in your life or business that's so painful that you want to or need to quit.
I realize that quitting the baseball team is very different from what you may be facing in your current life situation. But it's okay to quit. I think, especially at times when what you're dealing with is so painful that you just can't bear it anymore.
If it's to the point where it is unbearable. You've got to do something one way or the other because if you don't you're going to look back 6 months, 12 months, a year from now and find yourself in the same unbearable situation.
It's a decision that you get to decide whether you change things up or you quit all together.
I've had to quit a few things including the baseball team and sometimes it's just that things don't work.
So quit if you may. It'll lift a load off you and it's freeing. Be free my friend.
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