ballpark blues

I’ve been practicing the concept of saying yes lately.

of being selfish, but intentional, with my time, my moments, my memories.

I’ve been stuck for a moment, for months truly.

somewhere between having the urge to create but still confined to my mind and the inner corners of my own world.

but despite feeling so low, I continue to rise, word to Maya Angelou.

because my despondency no longer has a hold on me.

my responses have been melodic lately, going with the flow never sounded better.

the blues keep going, but so do I.

so yes, I’ve been practicing.

the art of agreement, of plans and concepts of plans, of exploring life to the fullest, of saying yes.

I was stuck in the dugout for so long that I almost forgot my route home, but alas I’ve arrived.

so I said yes to the ballpark.

and as the game wrapped up in the ninth inning, I felt like a winner despite the loss in the air.