The white and red stitched round blazing through diamond dust headed right for its leather home.
Curveballs start off at one height, one velocity, one direction. You see it, prepare for it, make adjustments to your position to make contact with it, and then it does what every good curveball does. It drops.
The thing about curveballs is you don’t know it’s a curveball till it’s, well, curved. Changed its direction, dropped a few inches, thrown you off your game. At that point there’s nothing you can do to change its direction or make it do what it seemed like it was doing before.
Once the curveball has revealed itself to be the curveball you were not expecting, you have a choice.
You can keep your position and go out swinging, maybe get lucky and tip it off.
Or, you can change positions, drop your chin, and go in a different direction.
You have less than a second to make that choice before the ball whizzes past and you miss your chance.
The difference between life and baseball, however, is that in life there is no 3 strike rule.
In baseball, you only have 3 chances, so the choice between staying or changing in the face of a curveball is monumental. It could be the difference of getting on base or going back to the dugout.
Life is different. Your count keeps climbing because you’ll never get out. No choice you make between good and better will ruin you. One might get you to your destination faster, but neither will knock you in the dust.
Stay or change. Although neither will ruin you, one could lead to new adventures you weren’t expecting. One could mean a base hit. The other could mean a home run. One is great. But both are good.
Instead of seeing curveballs as a scary choice, see it as an opportunity to change things up a little.
A chance to be great.
And if you miss it, it’s just another strike. Never a strikeout.
There are many more innings left.