It Didn't Work

Perhaps I didn't concentrate hard enough.
But the clearer path has yet to make itself apparent.

I took another 152 class this Fall, because a good friend
became the Director of Composition for the next 3 years.
Working for her would be terrific.

I imagine that if I had children
this search for focus would be the same for them.
For example, I'd take Twin B to soccer all season
and watch him trail comfortably behind the pack as they hustled.
He'd probably be afraid to hurt anyone by kicking the ball away.
Or somehow see it as rude.
Why bust in on everyone's fun?

Then, say, at the last quarter, of the last game of the season,
(incidentally, I'd probably miss it
because I would be a swim practice with Twin A)
Twin B would finally get to do the "kick in."
This is a move at the begining of the quarter
that acts as a perfect metaphor:
the center player of the 3 front team members
gets to totally focus on a still ball
and run up to kick it toward the goal.

Having the play of the game stopped,
and being able to totally focus on the ball,
I just know Twin B would make his first, his first GOAL.
And even though I'd probably miss it,
someone would get it on video, I'm sure.
There would be a celebration afterward.


So, yeah, if everything would just stop,
and I could get a clearer sense of the goal,
I'm sure I could make it.