this past week, i had the opportunity to attend a philadelphia phillies game with my best friends. i was born and raised in the philly suburbs, so it’s no surprise that i’m apart of the avidly enthusiastic philadelphia fan culture, but i haven’t fully invested in this individual team since their world series-win in 2008. while i did go to the game with two mets fans, i decided not to hold it against them and stuffed my face with hot dogs and sugary treats instead. not only was it fun getting outside for a while and enjoying the competitive atmosphere, but it was great to tap into the childhood nostalgia i associate with baseball games and warm weather. it brought me back to summer nights playing wiffle ball with my dad, and the carefree nature i’d find myself emerged in. within our hectic lives today, that innocent nature is often lost, but it’s something we’ve got to work on remembering. so put off your adult responsibilities from time to time in light of dancing, singing, and stuffing your face alongside great friends! it’s oddly healing!
until next time.