“So because thou art lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spew thee out of my mouth” – Revelation 3:16
Halfway through summer and that is where we stand here at 20 Prospect. We are neither hot nor cold. Merely tepid. It’s been that kind of a season.
The Muckdogs were 17-17 entering the weekend. The Twins were 48-48. And me? 20P-20P I guess.
This is my weekend to wallow in self pity, gaze at my navel, lick my wounds, pick at scabs, etc…
The rejection letter for my journal article submission arrived, and the reviews were pretty harsh. It had been 2 months since I sent it, so I opened the article and re-read it. And you know what? It didn’t seem that bad. Which oddly only makes me feel worse. If my perception of “not that bad” is as awful as they say, then what the heck am I wasting my time for.
So I will take a few days to have a good pity party, and then hope to put it behind me and move on. The fact is I still have to complete the article for the conference in October, and that will require me to suck it up and regain confidence. After all, the Muckdogs are only 3.5 games out of first, and the Twins just 2.5 back. A hot streak, and a few good hits and we can be right back into the pennant race.
At least, that’s what we tell ourselves. Yet the reality in life is that there are 30 teams in the league, and only 1 wins the series. Is that a reason for hope or despair? I guess it depends on which team you belong to.