It is that time of the year–baseball. Yes, it is only the beginning of Spring Training, but I love baseball.
When I say that baseball and watching my favorite team, the Los Angeles Dodgers, is one of the things that helped save me, I mean it in that without baseball, I might not be here. That might be a bit over the top, it is not the only reason, there are many why I am here today, but in truth, it was something that became major in my life. It will always be from February to October, the sport I turn to when things in my life are too depressive or anxious.
I get excited for this time of year because baseball is such a mood booster for me. I get to watch for three or so hours the one sport outside of basketball and college football I follow throughout the season. Baseball is amazing. You can be the best baseball player on the planet and have a bad night, and then the next day, the player comes back and hits three homers. Baseball is a metaphor for how things go in my own life. The ups and downs, the highs and lows of a baseball season are magnified because they play 162 games a season.
The fact that even the player with the least experience can change the trajectory of a game. Even the best players can have long cold streaks, likened to how depression cycles can be like having cold streaks, and yet they can also break out of a slump. That is a metaphor for how depression cycles feel after it controls you, and you break free. It is why my love for baseball is something I love to share with the world. I even wrote a chapter of it in my memoir.
What is something in your life that you feel passionate about outside of things like writing (my greatest passion), or if it is writing, what are some of the metaphors you take from writing? Leave your comments below. I would love to hear about it!
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