To call this the Week From Hell would not only be selling it short, but would probably also deeply offend my regular Sunday house guest.
Let’s just say I’m glad this week is over, and I’m ready to head out to the Think Tank to get my Deep Thoughts on.
Philosophy is one of the coping skills I turn to when I need to chase away the dark clouds and breathe easy again.
Eating whoopie pies is another. So if you’re on your way here to join the fun, please bring whoopie pies!
This week’s topic: I tried something new today when I was super stressed. I closed my eyes and imagined a place to which I’d escape in order to feel safe and at peace. Close your eyes and do the same. Where does your mind take you on your great escape?
I suppose this could actually be a tried and true form of meditation, but I’ve never heard of it before, so it was unique to me.
So I found a quiet spot while on my lunch break and closed my eyes. I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised to discover where my mind transported me.
It totally makes sense, though. I associate the House That Ruth Built only with fond memories.
The very first game I ever attended at Yankee Stadium was with my Dad. It might also have been the only time we went to see my favorite team together, but I always associate the Bronx Shrine with Dear Old Dad. We saw the Yanks play the White Sox that day, and I got a free rain jacket with the price of admission.
Then, of course, there is one of the greatest moments of my young life: Being at Game 6 of the 1977 World Series when Reggie Jackson slammed home runs against the Dodgers on three consecutive pitches.
I can still hear the chants of REG-GIE! REG-GIE! in my head if I close my eyes and let my mind slip away to forty years ago.
I’ll never forget what it was like to watch thousands of people storm the sacred field to celebrate the Yankees’ first World Series Championship during my lifetime. Or how exciting the train ride home was as everyone talked about the big game and what it meant for the Yankees to be number one again.
I haven’t been to the new Stadium, and I might I never go. Not because I don’t want to see it, but because I don’t want to risk pushing out any of the memories of the one that means so much to me.
So now we know that Yankee Stadium is my Mental Great Escape. What’s yours?
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