I don’t walk, I run

By some miracle, despite striking out twice, I’ve been given another chance at bat. And better yet, with a whole new outfit. One minute I feel like all hell has broken loose, and a few phone calls, a short meeting, a revised statement of objectives, some pleading with G-d, and just about 27 hours later, I am granted an opportunity for a new beginning. I’m still somewhat in shock. And there’s the anxiety (am I setting myself up for another disaster?), and of course, the overwhelming fear of the failure, since one more strike, and I’m OUT.