more thoughts…

Baited and cornered and left to believe on my own,
That dreams are for children and not for the likes of the grown,
It’s time to grow up and face up to reality,
That may be you, but I’m just afraid that isn’t me.

For the realization running around my head,
Is that life is a round hole and I am a square peg,
And sooner or later, I’m gonna fly,
And I’ll be leaving that all behind.

from “Leaving It All Behind” by…me

On baseball caps and sweet spots…

The sweet spot. It’s a baseball term that refers to a place on a baseball bat that is essentially the perfect location for the bat to meet the ball, the force of the turning bat plowing through the pitched ball perfectly connecting for what it was created to do…smack a baseball for a beautiful, angelic double in the gap or a soaring three-run home run.

This morning, I couldn’t help but start thinking about my sweet spot. In my line of work, I wear many different hats. Some fit better than others and some just seem forced and uncomfortable. Some, at times, just feel goofy to be wearing, some make me feel young - like my dad should be wearing the hat and not me, and with some I wonder if it is as apparent to others (as it is to me) that the hat I’m wearing is completely and utterly ill-fitting, uncomfortable, unbecoming, and simply, wrong.

I have this ratty, old, discolored, sweat-stained Boston Red Sox cap I wear that I just love. It is what it is…old and comfortable, dirty and perfect, scrubby and beautiful. I guess if I were to tell you why I wear it, it would be because it fits just right.

And so it is that I sit at my sweet spot and recognize there are some places that just feel better than others, some swings that connect more sweetly than others, some baseball caps that fit just right. I cannot tell you how right it is for me to be at a piano. Maybe you think, “Well…duh.” But throughout my life I’ve had to face the reality of the tension between my created, creative sweet spot (music, artistry) and what I’ve been sold as irresponsible, unrealistic and not at all utilitarian (how will you support your family?). Yet, here it is, the sweet spot. The place where I feel made more complete in my individual design, what I consider the personal attribute of Imago Dei that allows me to experience in a very small way the sense of completeness and fullness of God.

What about you? Do you have a place like that - a place where something you do or somewhere you go makes you feel complete? What is your sweet spot?