(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Relief
I want one.
I want the life-equivalent of a relief pitcher.
Just think how handy that could be!
In baseball, a relief pitcher is the player who’s put in when the starting pitcher is no longer getting the job done – either due to ineffectiveness or just being worn out and worn down by the game.
Am I alone in having days when a “relief-me” could really be a plus?
I get up each day and really try.
I really do.
Some days I am on a roll, using my blazing fast ball to go from task to task to task – striking out each item on my to-do list.
One. Two. Three.
Some days I even attempt to do things with a bit of style, using a curve ball, slider, or a change-up.
And, let’s face it…some days my go-to pitch can be a screwball.
But then there are those days when none of the pitches in my arsenal seem to be working too well.
It’s on those days I would welcome a relief-me.
Wouldn’t that be awesome?
I’d just head back to the dugout and drape my warmup over my exhausted arm, grab a bottle of water and some sunflower seeds and watch relief-me bring it home.
That. Sounds. Fan. Tastic.
What a relief!