I'm not much into sports and have never actually caught a curve ball, but I imagine that doing so leaves one a little off balance. As though still reeling from the speed at which the pitch was hurled.
In this case repetitive pitches. I want to blame an inexperienced pitcher. I want to yell at an unfair umpire - to scream in his face that it wasn't my turn to catch the curve ball again. Someone else should have been playing that position this time.
But those are not options. I know they were all purposed pitches, intended just for my mitt. And I know the justice in all of this is something that will someday makes sense.
That doesn’t change the fact that I feel like the kid out in left field who has never played ball a day in her life; the one who didn't know how to hold a mitt before she was told to go catch the curve ball.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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