Playing from deep field

When I played baseball and softball, I always played outfield. This seemed like a safe place to put me, seeing how I have a thimble full of athletic ability.
Out in Center or Left field, I never knew how to gauge where the ball was going to land. Often, I would find myself backpeddling to try and catch a flay ball, shuffling backward or glancing over my shoulder hoping I got to where the ball was going to be before it got there.
Then one day, a coach gave me a pointer. He told me to play deep. To start deep in the outfield near the wall. The reason for this, he told me, was that it’s much easier to make up ground if the ball is going to fall short than try to rush back to where the ball is going to land if I misjudge my opening stance.
My personal and professional life has been like that over the last few months. I have been glancing over my shoulder and shuffling around in a balancing act of trying to gain ground and avoid the wall that lies in the deep field.
That wall represented failure.
Every week, I would end up in the outfield, trying to avoid that wall while spinning my wheels never coming close to the infield. The best I could hope for was to end up in the same place I started.
Three weeks ago, life took me to the wall. To put it simply, I failed. I lost my apartment, my vehicle, a relationship, and was threatened with legal action against me.
The late Dominick Dunne said that failure, if you can get through it, can be the best thing that ever happened to you. I had no idea what he meant until three weeks ago.
We used to joke at my old job that if someone wanted to sue us, it would have to be for practice because we didn’t own anything. A funny joke in theory, not so much in reality. I was told, practice makes perfect!
Not something you want to hear.
Three weeks removed from that incident, I have a new prospective from deep field. No one wants to end up here. Now that I’m here though, I am going to make the best of a bad situation.
I’m going to catch the next ball.
Wish me luck.