BALLGAME: A letter to my younger sisters
For Iz and Lil.
as I look at this crazy, wild, sometimes messed-up but remarkably beautiful world we live in, always always remember this.
First, who you sit with at lunch in high school does not determine your social circle for the rest of your life. Let's just clear that up.
| Too many people sit in the stands of their own lives, watching down on all the action below, judging and not having the courage to be on the field where everyone in the stadium can see their mistakes. Don't be that person who judges from the top row of the stadium. Get on the field. Live Boldly.
Most of us, myself included, have made some horrific mistakes, ones that we may be ashamed of. Everyone has. That's life. We all have skeletons... we leave them in the closet because we would much rather hide them from people. We want to showcase our great moments, shining bright for everyone to see, and shove our mistakes and embarrassment in the closet.... or really truly in the blender and never see the sight of them again. |
but I'm out here, in the ballgame, for all the "judges" in the stands looking down at my life, watching me live it out and screw up and make mistakes and put myself out there, failing often, succeeding rarely, attempting to make something out of what I love to do, but you know what? Resilience takes BRAVERY. Be the person that goes all out for what you love, for what you want, breaks the rules, colors outside of the lines, whatever other cliche you want to add in---always go left when everyone goes right. it takes guts. do what you want, not what you think you should do.
& lastly... don't wait for the light at the end of the tunnel. light that shit up yourself.
(Oh and when people say high school are the best years of your life, smile and nod to be polite but know they are absolutely full of crap.)
Be BOLD Iz & Lil, Always!