Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Millimeters Matter, Mkay?

One of my friends told me that it was time to start writing again. Over the past few weeks I have thought about getting back into sports writing. Today I finally took a step forward into doing just that. After working on an application for a while, the last question asked for a recent writing sample. Unfortunately I have not been active.

So for better or for worse, I'm just going to take some time. I could probably benefit from clearing my head. You see, I have finally been working during the summer. It is a part-time job but I have been receiving close to thirty hours a week. While I had intended on working forty, I am very grateful that I am not.

This job has taught me a lot. (Haha, proofreading made me realize that rhymed.)
Some of my managers dislike me; a couple appreciate my work ethic. Personally I cannot see how someone could question my diligence. My biggest flaw, I would like to say my only one, is not so much my attitude - I admit, I have a hot temper - no, my biggest flaw has been trying to piece the puzzle together. Nobody in this world knows how to read minds. But that is what I have been trying to do. I have worried too much about what people say and how they treat me. The only thing that is in my control is acting professionally from the time I walk in until the time I walk out the front door.

Aside from working I am participating in two bowling leagues. We are doing pretty well in both. One of the teams is named "Too Irratic" in what is easily the perfect name for that team. We do exceptionally well one week and then lose a lot of points the next. For example in position round we went 24-1 yet in the past two weeks have won just 6 and 5 points.

The other league is at the facility in which I am working. Some of my peers think that I am a really good bowler. Unfortunately I put more pressure on my bowling game than I do when I work. I get upset when I miss a spare and I will drop an f-bomb on a leave I did not think I deserve.

I brought up bowling for a specific reason. My thumbnail has been getting bruised. That has made bowling difficult from time to time. The past two nights have been terribly inconsistent yet nearly identical results from an individual standpoint. I have been focused on my thumbnail and trying to limit the pain. Last night I thought that it was due to my hand position. Halfway through a lousy 130-game I decided to take some pieces of tape out of the thumb hole. The next ball, with fear of losing grip, I was sure would be bound for the ditch. To my surprise it was a really good ball. I ended up missing the spare; ending that first game with 5 consecutive opens.

Departing this randomness is the lesson that I learned tonight. The smallest changes can seem irrelevant. In reality, if it leads to your comfort, then are they really so small?