Split screen of baseball field
Wanna write some original content?
Log out of social media and do some gardening.
Get your grocery shopping done.
Go outside and play some baseball.
Stare at a 400-year old painting face to face.
See a movie in a real theater, with real people around you.
You’ll notice the nuts and bolts of life, how less saturated with color reality is.
How a VERY small percentage of people you talk to actually know what SMH stands for.
Listen to what they say, what really matters to them.
Listen to their lives, what they’re worried about, how they still can’t figure out that rattling noise under the hood of their car, and how they’re holding off going to the mechanic until after they pay their mortgage this month.
Sooner or later, someone will tell you something you didn’t know that has nothing to do with clickfunnels or viral marketing or influencers.
Did you know that before every game, umpires rub six dozen baseballs with mud from the Delaware River to roughen them up so pitchers can grip them more easily?
I caught a foul ball once. It wasn’t shiny or new looking.
My hand was numb for ten minutes.
I didn’t care about my smartphone at that moment.
