Batting a thousand is basically a term in baseball where a player will hit the ball every time he/she comes to bat. It may also mean success in an endeavor when a goal is reached.
When blogging became my hobby in 2014 it was a means of promoting my soon-to-be-published book, My Precious Life. It was not my intention to continue blogging once the book was launched. However, I seemed to be ensconced in this writing habit and when the number of posts began creeping past the eight-hundred mark, it became my goal to reach a thousand.
This is it…my one-thousandth post on My Precious Life, the Blog.
It has been a fun journey and I have met many blogging friends along the way. Is there another thousand posts in me? Only time will tell, but now I know what it feels like to bat a thousand.
Each day is a new page in the book of life. Many words may appear on the page but only a few will be meaningful. There are so many instances in which we have to pick and choose our words in order to keep peace in a relationship, make the most of a bad situation, and use words of encouragement when needed. It is up to us how we are going to fill each new page so that any particular day in the book of our life will make a good read for us and those with whom we share our lives.
It is also good to not only write our daily page but to read the pages of others who have gone before us, such as Dr. Frederick “Fritz” Perls (1893-1970) who wrote this as perhaps one way of dealing with relationships strained to the limit:
I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I,
and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful.
If not, it can’t be helped.
And then there was this by American Theologian, Reinhold Niebuhr (1892-1971):
God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.
This one recently caught my eye in Harry Belafonte’s memoir, My Song:
“Not everyone can be who you want him or her to be.”
Whether we are writing our own page, or reading that of another, each new page in the book of life is a challenging experience. It should not only be written well, but lived well, and make good reading for all whose lives touch ours.
“That’s all folks!” said Porky Pig of Loony Toons fame.
The End is an all time finale signaling the conclusion of a movie.
“It’s a wrap!” is a well known term in the filming industry to signal the end of a scene.
These are some of the ways to acknowledge the last segment of an undertaking. In this case it is the final assignment of #everydayinspiration, a twenty day series of blogs wherein prompts and inspiration were offered to those taking part.
It was a fine learning experience for me. I found discipline and a much needed release from my usual procrastination habit. Admittedly I’m behind on the twenty days but that’s because I didn’t blog on the weekends.
The post that was the most receptive to my Facebook followers was day eleven’s If We Were Having Coffee Right Now…two-hundred-and-eighty-three views. Day two’s The List was the next favorite at two-hundred-and-seven.
It was a fun experience for me and I looked forward to each assignment and met some new people in the blogging world whose writing also inspired me.
I shouldn’t fall prey to writer’s block any time soon because there is a stockpile of topics just waiting to find their way into a daily writing routine…not necessarily from WordPress, but things that came to mind during the entire process. I look forward to their unfolding.
But for now…that’s all folks…the end…it’s a wrap!
Years ago I took an online writing course in which I was instructed to edit the following piece of writing by cutting the word count and tightening up the story. It will serve as day thirteen’s “play with word count” assignment. (Please bear with me!)
Original By Instructor: When Henry went on vacation to the south sea island of Bognor he went for several deep sea dives in and around the island country’s enchantingly beautiful coastal caverns. He found it to be a totally mesmerizing adventure under the glorious crystal clear sea. And then one day, as he was about to finish a dive, he saw her. Glenda. He saw her while still 30 feet underwater. She was like a glorious, mesmerizing, enchanting sea mermaid with long long silky golden blonde hair flowing in the currants of the crystal clear sea waters off the coast of Bognor.
He knew from the start, deep down in his heart, that she and he never were meant to be apart. But suddenly and totally unexpectedly, as he floated lazily toward her, watching her golden locks float above the coral reef, a strong current intervened and ripped them apart.
Henry lost his mask and air regulator. And soon, as he floated down down down towards the murky depth of the sea bed, he lost total consciousness…
My Edited Version: While vacationing on the south sea island of Bognor, Henry went deep sea diving daily. He was mesmerized by the beautiful coastal caverns and pristine waters. On the last day of his vacation, while taking his final dive, he saw her. He was 30 feet underwater, enjoying the flora and fauna. She was gliding in his direction, golden hair gently flowing behind her. As the distance between them closed, Henry was struck by her serene beauty. With sudden clarity he knew this was the woman of his dreams. He reached out to her, and as she glided into his arms, his world went black.
She had disconnected his air regulator, removed his mask and swam away. Glenda did not like deep sea divers.
That is the question. Not to write is not the answer for me. When I’m not writing it feels like a part of me has gone missing.
If my blogging falls behind, someone will call to see if I’m still alive. “Why do you ask?” I ask. “Well, you haven’t been writing,” they say. So you see, it seems to them that I have gone missing also, which is a good thing…I’m happy to be missed in that way.
To write is a part of who I am and it is one of my favorite pastimes. Not to write feels like I’m being derelict in one of my life missions. After all it was God, who got me started on this path, with all His admonitions in the Bible about writing.
“Write in a book all the words l have spoken to you.” Jeremiah 30:2
“Write down the revelation…” Habakkuk 2:2
“Write on a scroll what you see…”Revelation 1:11
“Write this down…” Revelation 21;5
These are just a few scriptures that inspired me to write.
And so you see, to write or not to write is really not the question; the question is what to keep writing about?
If anyone out there would like to send forth some helpful ideas, I am totally receptive. What would you like to see in print?
My writing space is rather small
a desk, a chair, but that’s not all;
A glass door offers nature’s view
of birds and squirrels and flowers too.
As I write I often see the bounty
of God’s harmony.
It makes me thankful for this place
that has become my writing space.
I write because thoughts swirl around in my head and I sometimes don’t know what to do with them. Writing them down gets them out of my head and maybe sometimes into someone else’s.
Take last Friday evening for instance. A young couple in their early thirties was enjoying a lovely summer evening under a tree on a park bench in downtown Toronto. They were here from France on work permits and expecting a baby.
Suddenly, a large branch of the Siberian elm, which was their shade, fell from the tree and hit the young man as he leaned in to protect his wife. It killed him. Dead. On the spot. How can that be? Here one second and gone the next.
These thoughts have been on my mind since that tragic evening. I write because I think it will help ease my mind but I know the questions will go to bed with me again tonight.
Why is a young wife and her unborn child stranded in Canada without the husband she shared a park bench with at the end of a busy day? Why did the branch fall? Why Canada and not France?
I write because I care.