The Pretty Committee

Have you ever second guessed everything you’ve ever wanted? All I want to do is curl in a ball and find happiness in the bottom of a wine bottle.

Day 1 of my black eye.

There I was. Waiting. Waiting for her to release her fury in my direction. My carbon composite weapon resting just off my shoulder…waiting… And then it happened. My bat made contact with the ball, and it dove right in to the ground between third base and second base. Not my best, But I ran. One foot in front of the other. I heard the player at short fumble, so I turned to advance to second… Then it went black. I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face, dirt in my hair, my helmet off. Then I looked up…the gasps from my team mates enough to make me rip my batting glove off and shove my hand in to my mouth…my worst fear was diminished, my teeth were fine. Next in line, I grasped my nose, pinching and poking; it was fine. Next thing I knew, my team mates were carrying me to the bench. Then I felt the swelling, I could hear the bruising it happened so fast. My sunglasses in my hand, caked with dirt…it wasn’t my mouth…or nose…it was my eye.

I had to be dramatic; this is tumblr. But long story short: I got hit in the face with a ball running to first base. I’m okay.