Once, I heard a comedian talk abut next as the most exciting place. Anticipation was worth even letting people pass you in line just to remain next. Thursday morning is a morning of next anticipation. We are anticipating Friday, which leads to Saturday and Sunday.
I have mixed emotions about that thought. I like excitement and anticipating the next move: that's part of why I still coach. But, if you're always anticipating the next moment, when do you actually live?
I have actually been trying to get out of the dugout in the past year so I could actually live. I want to enjoy my kids playing baseball and softball while they're still playing. Instead, I am still anticipating what's coming next and trying to put kids in the best place to succeed. To stay involved, I would love to administrate and run a program, give the kids a place to succeed and learn. I have had the plans in place, I haven't throw the doors open and done it.
The time is coming.
My hope is to be administrating a travel softball program to build up the varsity program at the school we attend. The students will be made aware this fall, the execution coming this spring. It will be a lot of work, but to be on site at games and not worry about line-up, defensive rotations and which players won't get dirty. Enjoying my kids playing ball because a player's career is short enough.
I still love to coach, and the kids give a reward they know nothing about. I am excited to have a positive influence, and to teach, something I trained for in college. Timing and circumstances are not always overcome with the right attitude. You seldom have the right attitude to make a lifetime decision right after losing a parent. Another story for another time.
Hopefully, that is NEXT.
So...am I off base?
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