It’s my goal to visit every Major League Baseball stadium.
I’ve been to 21 now! Here’s how I rank them:
It starts to build slowly. Just a whisper of thought as the Holiday festivities and New Year’s Resolutions come and go.
Then the days trickle by. Casting relentless darkness that seems to resist any progress to the long-shadows of daylight.
Next, a sporadic dose of what spring brings. A sun-filled day where snow begins to melt and a smell in the air that beckons a gleeful smile of what is to come.
A Groundhog normally predicts a pessimistic forecast that threatens our patience. It toys with our subconscious excitement of what is right around the corner.
ser-en-dip-i-ty: luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for. Merriam-Webster
Is it about being in the right place at the right time? Does that truly exist? Or do our choices and decisions merely correlate to then become predetermined coincidences to our past thoughts to prove we are heading in the direction we chose?
How closely is an epiphany related to serendipity?
At what point do we just say fuck it and open ourselves up to vulnerability to see what exciting circumstances we can get ourselves into? …