Very often it is too easy to believe that the path is laid out before us and we have to tread it. I proved to myself that this doesn't have to be the way but sometimes we have to place a foot on two paths to get to where we need to be. One path is of routine work with the occasional couple of weeks vacation and the second, a private rocky path to our dreams.
I had to go about my business, working 9 to 5 and beyond but at the same time pursue my private dream of being an author.
I blogged on 15th Feb about "Books and Baseball." I'm a UK author who inexplicably loves baseball and I was surprised to discover that my nearest town once harboured its own group of people who pursued a different dream - the "Rochdale Greys."
They were a professional baseball team of which only 3 were Americans and the rest, local men. They played in the North of England Baseball League from 1935 to 1938 and then WW2 intervened. An amateur team persisted after the war but eventually fizzled out by 1955.
This is akin to a cricket team suddenly springing up in the USA and pursuing something other than national sports. It provided me with a tenuous but heart-warming connection to the place I live (my books being inspired by local scenes) and it was another example of how cultures can extend their influence and be welcomed. Call me cynical, but I don't see much of that in real life despite upbeat media reports.
So, now I tread just one path and my ultimate goal is not so much overwhelming success or material gains as just being able to love the game - my own private game of life and writing...