When i was in elementary and middle school I was a part of a recreational softball team, not because I wanted to play softball but because my mom, who throughout high school and college was a softball star, wanted me to play. I was never good at softball despite my mother's and my own best efforts, I would go to every practice, spend obscene amounts of time at grimy batting cages, and practice throwing and catching balls in my backyard. With all of this practice you would think that I would have gotten at least a little better at softball, but whenever it was time for a game I could not throw, catch or hit the ball, and I spent as much time as possible on the bench. It turns out being unimaginably bad at something despite your best efforts is incredibly emotionally draining. My parents did not understand how someone who went to all the practices and always put in the extra effort could still be so terrible at …show more content…
But the truth is it wasn’t really his, or anyone's fault, the reason I was so horrifically bad at softball was because I was never passionate about it, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I liked it, and despite how much others tried to get me excited for it, I just never could bring myself to care deeply about it. Softball to me was unfortunately a part of my identity growing up, and I think so much of our identity is given to us by other people, sometimes we accept things we do not even like as part of our lives and never really seek out our real