What my blog and baseball have in common.

I have been told before that I should write a blog. I even dipped my toes in the blog pool for a minute. I enjoyed it. However, life with young kids tends to pull a mom in directions other than in front of the computer. So I never got in too deep. Well, now that some of those kids are adults, I feel the pull to write renewed.

As I thought about a blog, I debated what to call it. How do you name a place where you hope to share your thoughts and musings? Seems pretty daunting honestly. Interesting that my mind turned to baseball. Let me explain.

As I write, my husband, son, and an untold number of their fellow Atlanta Braves baseball fans bask in the glow of victory. Their team just won the World Series. I am not a die-hard fan like my loved ones. However, in the vernacular of the sport there is a term I find interesting – the sweet spot. It is the magical place on the bat where you want to hit the ball. Not only will doing so prevent your hand from stinging from the impact of the hit, but it provides the greatest trajectory. In short, you hit the ball farthest if you hit it in the sweet spot.

That is how I want to live. I want to find that place where I will get the most out of life. I want to do the most good that I can. I want to become the best “me” I can. And deep down, don’t we all want that? Don’t we all want to live in the sweet spot of our lives?

Now, this does not mean that everything is perfect and nothing bad ever happens. Au contraire. How would we even know when we are in the sweet spot if we have never felt the sting of a bad hit or never watched a ball drift foul? Nope, living in the sweet spot encompasses the whole gamut of the game of life. The heartaches. The joys. Even the occasional rain delay. Bring it on. We learn from it. We fine-tune our skills. We try again. And again. And again.

So that is what I hope this bog will be. A place where you and I can explore what it means to live in the sweet spot of life. Join me.