Tomorrow is Opening Day!

...for Cleveland Indians baseball, that is.

As much as I love living in New York, I can't help but feel just a little bit sad that I won't be in downtown Cleveland for the Tribe's home opener.  It's times like these I wish that Star Trek technology really existed.  If it did, I could "beam" myself to Cleveland just long enough to enjoy the pre-game festivities at the ballpark, watch the game and then "beam myself back home to the Big Apple.  Of course, sometime around the 4th or 5th inning I would be cursing the cold and clinging to my third cup of hot chocolate.  A ballgame in Cleveland in early April is much more of a winter experience than a spring one. 



Okay, so there is not always snow on the field, but it is quite often ridiculously cold.  Still, I love my hometown team and would love to be there tomorrow.  Instead, I will be watching the game in my Harlem apartment...gotta love MLBTV and Roku!

Go Tribe!

BTW, the photo is from Opening Day 2007.  That was some CRAZY winter weather for a baseball game!

Think Bigger!

The question I am pondering most this week...what would I do if I knew I couldn't fail?  I am making this my mantra as I continue to push myself and work hard on my craft.  It's time to stop clinging to the idea of being safe, of following all the rules.  Rules can be good and some of them exist for a reason, but some rules were made to be broken.  It's time to let go of the idea that I have to be perfect before I put myself out there.  It's time to take some risks.

It's time to simply be proud of the things I accomplished in Cleveland and stop worrying about the things I didn't accomplish before making the big move...and it's time to just get out there and conquer New York!

Pretty sure this describes me...

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off...They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating. - Pearl Buck

This quote is currently posted on the bulletin board in the Esper Studio lobby, and Suzanne read it to our class shortly before spring break.

Yep.  This pretty much sums it up perfectly.