Sport
Haven't posted lately, been super busy until the past day or two. My Design Strategy class is wrapping on the first assignment this week, all is done save for presenting to the "Creative Director" (aka professor) and our actual/real clients (Marketing and Human Resources of the pro women's soccer team the Atlanta Beat). They need a new mascot and tagline so I pitch my designs in class on Tuesday to the professor and then on Thursday I am heading over to the Beat HQ and pitching again to the team execs in some boardroom. This class is designed to be as "real world" as possible but in a learning format so I should be prepared when I graduate. I also have my first African American Art History exam on Thursday.
Then there were taxes to do on Saturday. Moving on...
Almost immediately after my last entry I was finally contacted by someone of a baseball league to come out and play. Turns out the league is based in Conyers/Covington, about a full hour drive away from my side of town. It will suck but I love the game so much I will gladly do it. We've tried to schedule a weekend practice for each of the past two weeks but the weather has kept postponing the inevitable.
Last week, I went to the sporting goods store and felt a little nervous at first. I had outgrown most/all of my old gear so I needed to start piecing together some essentials. I walked out with a new glove, helmet, cleats, and batting gloves. I'm nowhere near done yet but I have the major stuff to get by until more money rolls in. I can't wait to play again, even a practice. I have a love/hate relationship with baseball though when it comes to playing. It was the one thing I did better than anybody else as a kid but to my dad it was like it wasn't enough. So I really believe my "perfectionist" nature came from my dad getting on my ass at practices and during the game for all those years. I ended up failing tryouts for my high school team and I think that is when life really got and still is sour. I don't get over a lot of things and this is a big one that has redefined my "destiny". So I'm glad I can muster the courage to pick up the game once more and hopefully just play for the sake of playing, no pressure. With this league being so far away, I doubt my family can/will tag along to critique me so it'll be my little sports world all to myself.
I don't know why but I've been down on myself lately. I've been taking my frustrations out during work, unloading the trucks faster and better but finishing too early and getting bored as a result. I don't know what is going on. Maybe I'm still having some growing pains over recent life changes, as I always do for a month or two. I'm thinking it is something that good sleep can fix. We'll see.
Then there were taxes to do on Saturday. Moving on...
Almost immediately after my last entry I was finally contacted by someone of a baseball league to come out and play. Turns out the league is based in Conyers/Covington, about a full hour drive away from my side of town. It will suck but I love the game so much I will gladly do it. We've tried to schedule a weekend practice for each of the past two weeks but the weather has kept postponing the inevitable.
Last week, I went to the sporting goods store and felt a little nervous at first. I had outgrown most/all of my old gear so I needed to start piecing together some essentials. I walked out with a new glove, helmet, cleats, and batting gloves. I'm nowhere near done yet but I have the major stuff to get by until more money rolls in. I can't wait to play again, even a practice. I have a love/hate relationship with baseball though when it comes to playing. It was the one thing I did better than anybody else as a kid but to my dad it was like it wasn't enough. So I really believe my "perfectionist" nature came from my dad getting on my ass at practices and during the game for all those years. I ended up failing tryouts for my high school team and I think that is when life really got and still is sour. I don't get over a lot of things and this is a big one that has redefined my "destiny". So I'm glad I can muster the courage to pick up the game once more and hopefully just play for the sake of playing, no pressure. With this league being so far away, I doubt my family can/will tag along to critique me so it'll be my little sports world all to myself.
I don't know why but I've been down on myself lately. I've been taking my frustrations out during work, unloading the trucks faster and better but finishing too early and getting bored as a result. I don't know what is going on. Maybe I'm still having some growing pains over recent life changes, as I always do for a month or two. I'm thinking it is something that good sleep can fix. We'll see.