I love January 1. It’s a time for renewal, a clean slate, a rebirth. It makes me feel like anything is possible and helps me refocus. I’m not doing resolutions this year. Instead I’m going to focus on living out loud every day. My daughter Katie is 23. Before now I’ve called her DD most of the time. At 23, I think she can handle her name being on the blog. When I started this blog in 2005, she was a freshman in high school. Time flies.
Today Katie and I set out on an adventure. She’s moving to Cleveland, Ohio because she loves the Cleveland Indians. I’m going up with her and flying back in a couple days.
When Katie was a freshman, she said she wanted to go into sports marketing or journalism. She loved baseball. And hockey and the Olympics and pretty much everything sports related except basketball. I don’t know where she gets it. We like the Rangers, but we haven’t been avid watchers since the strike in the 90s. We love the Stars, but we live in Wichita Falls so regular game attendance isn’t practical. The only sports Katie really grew up with was high school football.
All that doesn’t matter, though. She loves the Indians and she’s going to their turf. I tried convincing her not to go. It’s cold. There’s snow. She doesn’t know anyone. She has a life here.
She told me she’s 23 and if she doesn’t like it she can always move back or anywhere else because Starbucks transfers. (Starbucks is her second love.)
I’d have to be okay with the move if she were going with school, so I have to be okay with this move too. It’s the school of life. I sure hope the Cleveland Indians have a good year.