Here I go with another baseball sounding article that isn’t really related to baseball.
I can’t imagine what it feels like to be on the verge of a perfect game. Nothing I have ever done in my life comes close to the level of immaculate execution those who have hurled perfect games (or gotten close) attained. But I can imagine exactly how it feels to get as close as Armando Galarraga did tonight, only to have history ripped from his grasp by a blown call (http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/columns/story?columnist=crasnick_jerry&id=5245331).
Too many people let haters, critics, or in this case, umpires influence how they see the world around them and conduct themselves within it. It’s known as an external locus of control. But none of those people can control what you do. Except for you.
Here’s the thing. Galarraga threw a perfect game. It happened. Maybe not according to the box score or the history books, but to everyone who watche the game. One blown call doesn’t change that. He knows what he accomplished. We know what he accomplished. He’ll be able to talk about the achievement forever.
It doesn’t matter what they say. It only matters what you do. You can never control what they do or say. You can only control you. That’s it. It’s a small dominion, but recognizing it can make all the difference in your life.
You write your own story. Sometimes it’s going to be different than how other people tell it, but that’s okay. You were there. You took your start and pitched your game. If you leave it all on the line, that’s all that matters.
Use your own steam to get where you want to go. No one can take away your hustle or your accomplishments. Only you can create them, and only you can allow them to be taken away. Don’t see haters as impediments to success. Use them to motivate you. Let doubt be the engine that powers you and crush it.
Throw your perfect game, regardless of how others see it.
Note: This is the second, shortened version of this post. WP Mobile ate the last one. Jerk.