As I sat thinking about what to write for my first article this month, I thought how the best writing comes from a place of passion, drive, and a true love of whatever I am expressing. Okay, easy, I thought. Why not just write about the Yankees? But this is so far removed from what I normally discuss in my online presence. People know me as the spiritual nutritionist, a reader, or life coach. They do not know me for my love of baseball, specifically for the New York Yankees. I am currently in an e-course for spiritual women entrepreneurs. My journal prompts today discussed the nature of being myself in my business. Where am I holding myself back? My business is my baby, but it is also me, an extension of me. So here I am, expressing my love of the game and my favorite team, showing you more of my authentic Self, and perhaps opening your mind to the nature that All is spiritual, as all is One.
The Yankees may as well be ingrained in my DNA. My first game was in the womb when my mother was pregnant with me. We continue the tradition to this day by going to at least one Yankee game each year together as a family. A time does not exist where I did not know of the Yankees or feel their significance. There were some auspicious moments over the years. When I was around four years old, my mother, father and I were at Fuddruckers, a local food chain with games for kids. I saw my parents get into a discussion with the person next to us online. There was a little boy my size. We started playing together in the ropes which formed the line. I was too shy to speak. The man my parents spoke to was Bernie Williams, the now legendary Yankee outfielder, but at the time an up and coming player. The little boy was his son. I have remembered this moment so clearly over the years, yet at the time I did not know who Bernie Williams was. But as I grew into my Yankee fandom, I always loved and appreciated that memory.
I have also been at some amazing games, in fact, too many to remember. The most impressive, perhaps, is David Cone’s perfect game in 1999. I was eight years old at the time and had no clue what was going on, but I remember the significance of it and how much everyone was freaking out in the stands. I was also at the game where Jeter dove into the stands versus Boston. The moment he dove, however, was the moment I turned my head to get popcorn, of course, a slightly frustrating yet hilarious memory. I also saw some of my all-time favorite players, players I watched my entire life who I thought would never leave, play their last games: Alex Rodriguez, Andy Pettitte, Mariano Rivera. I was also at Jeter’s last game, but he is not one of my favorite players, sorry not sorry to be controversial.
As I grew older, in high school, it became more than just a casual love with a team. I fell in love. It was my untapped passion. History never stuck with me as a kid. It may as well have gone in one ear and out the other. Yet, I could read Mickey Mantle’s 1956 statistics once and forever know them. It all came so natural to me. I loved learning about their minor league system too. I predicted Brett Gardner’s success and knew exactly the type of player he would be. I loved the Yankees so much I wanted to be their on field reporter, the next Kim Jones. I pursed sports broadcasting in high school by attending two sports broadcasting camps, and I went off to Manhattan College on a scholarship for broadcasting.
Alas, something sparked me along a different path, a path of science which eventually derailed to a full fledged spiritual awakening, but the part of me that lives for the Yankees still exists. In some parallel life where I chose to not pursue a spiritually based business, I know I am living my other dream of reporting for the Yankees.
Since I changed my major after my freshman year of college, my love for the Yankees began to take a backseat to other means of exploration and newfound interests such as nutrition and self-development. My Yankee fandom never dissipated completely, however, and slowly over the past few years, I have tuned right back into that instinctive call I feel within my heart. It is a method of inner child work. Watching and following the Yankees makes my heart sing, so I will continue to do just that.
This year in particular, I fell so in love with my team once again. Known this past season as the “Baby Bombers” due to their roster of impressive young players, lead by Rookie of the Year and Most Valuable Player runner up Aaron Judge, the first and only rookie to hit 50 homeruns in a season (he finished the year with 52), they had that “it” factor that made them so fun to watch. People love to hate on the Yankees, but it was hard to hate on this team. They are just too fun. This upcoming season, however, they have more of a target on their back. Fun and young they are, but they are also a top-notch team with a huge ceiling. The years ahead will be fun as a Yankees’ fan.
In college, perhaps I chose to focus more on my studies and being a college kid. I feel like my identify had to make up for the fact that I had made such a huge transition in switching out the mindset of becoming a Yankees’ reporter. I focused more on science, on nutrition, eventually on self-development, and, finally, spirituality.
Baseball is not spiritual. It’s too “3D.” I think I did for some time have this mindset. It is funny that I did, because I would never say or think such a thing now. Not only is baseball spiritual, as all things are from a higher perspective, but my connection to the sport and to my team feels very spiritual, a spiritual connection or bond, something that cannot be explained but just simply exists. My connection to the Yankees is childlike, light, and fun. It is joyous and, also, intuitive as I have been able to predict, read, or even influence the energy of game, when guided.
I feel grateful to have fully tapped back into my natural love of the game and of my team. I encourage you and invite you to spend some time thinking back over lost or suppressed passions. What did you used to do as a child that brought you great joy? What did you do simply for the love of doing it? Whatever these things are, do more of that, and live as that little girl or boy inside your heart. He or she never left. He or she has never gone anywhere. Your inner child is simply waiting to play.