I Need to Strike Out on My Own

I’ve got to leave home first before I start second guessing the signs my parents are giving and the inevitable third degree thrown at my head. Don’t want to get called out by those who’ve coached me this long. It’s time to go on a road trip.

I’ve been batting around the idea of grounding out a niche for myself. I’ll step off this mound and not balk at the opportunity to clear the bench to start anew. Delaying this would risk me being forced out, something that wouldn’t come from left field. I’ll pitch my game plan to line up with my goals of being a winner. Switching when needed, I’ll double up my confidence, giving myself the green light to swing away. I may be a diamond in the rough, but I’ve dug out a good, but not perfect, record.

Although I’ll be on the road for a stretch, I know this change up will fit me like a glove. I wouldn’t trade such an opportunity for all the peanuts and Cracker Jacks in the world. If I’m not delayed by rain, every so often I’ll pop up for a park walk then stretch it into a home run. I’m sure my parents will be rapid fans when they see me playing on a different field.