I No Longer Have the Mind From My Youth.
Opening day of the Major League Baseball season was yesterday and my favorite team, the Boston Red Sox, played at 4 pm. I did not watch the game, but caught up on the highlights on ESPN this morning; they lost 6-4. Learning that I didn’t watch the game may not have meaning to you, but there is significance in this fact to me.
When I was younger sports was a huge part of my life. I followed my teams with a tremendous amount of passion, living and dying with every game. There was a MLB season in the mid-2000s in which I watched 150 of the 162 games. I was die-hard.
So not watching the game was significant because it highlights how my life has changed over the last 6 years or so. I don’t watch sports that much anymore as I did when I was younger and I’m okay with it. I am a casual fan now, watching highlights on Sports Center or fast forwarding through a recorded game on rare occasions.
This morning when I saw the Sox lost it had little, if any, impact on me. It simply doesn’t matter any more. I have realized my energy must be focused on other things; more important things. It is funny how we change in this manner. Things that were important when I was 20 were not important when I was 33, and things that were “critical” at 33 are not important as I stare 50 in the eyes.
Someone once told me, “When you are young you want a Porsche, but by the time you can afford the Porsche you want to drive a Cadillac.” This is definitely true for me.