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Short Stop

Heat rose up my neck and flushed my face.

“What does that mean?” I said.

“You know, the player in baseball that stops the ball from getting to it’s desired spot.” He said with a touch of sarcasm.

“Yes, I know but why did you call me that?” I blustered.

“Because you don’t finish the job.” was all he said.

I went silent.  I knew he was right.

No excuses.  

I do sometimes leave mail or books on the stairs.  My Friday night yoga mat often stays in the front hall all weekend.  I have this funny habit of not closing the kitchen cabinets.  I cook a lot so this happens ALL THE TIME.  

Gulp. Guilty.yoga-sky

Over the next few weeks, I became keenly aware of my short stopping habits.  It was embarrassing how often I wouldn’t take the extra step.  The growing pile of mail appeared to have a spotlight and the left-open cabinets mocked me. So, one at a time, I became aware.  My yoga mat got put away and I got much better at closing the cabinet doors.  And the pile of mail (just like my email) is a work in progress.

What I really want to share though is what else happened.  I started finishing other things in my life. Like making that phone call I thought would be hard but wasn’t. Filing the receipts in the right spot at the office. Doing that extra rep at the gym. I began cleaning the litter box more often and taking out the garbage and storing the recycling bags in the right spot.  That week, I cleaned out two drawers.  After my initial bitterness at the nickname, I started sharing the story with family and friends – and it stuck with a few people who’ve shared similar stories about finishing what was started.  You see, like so many people, I get distracted easily – ‘Bright Shiny Object Syndrome.’  Yet I realize avoiding the extra steps causes frustration and clutter of space and mind and much more discomfort in the long run.

When I get home from yoga, all I want to do is kiss the kitties and get out of my sweaty clothes.   Now, I still kiss the kitties first, then I put the mat away.  Simple – finished.  

I’m a work in progress. Now I smile when I recognize my short stop routine in more areas of my life.  I’ve lost the nickname but I haven’t lost the lesson.  

Now, I must go sort that pile of mail.

by Wendy Bright-Fallon

1Comment
  • Gay Norton Edelman
    Posted at 18:59h, 07 January Reply

    I hear you. Little changes lead to little and big miracles. And there’s another way to think about a shortstop: She’s the one one who heroically stops the line drive and makes the double play that wins the game!

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