The Check On Deck
By Kathryn Bobel, Director of Group Sales
Well, after a hefty two-year hiatus, Kathryn’s vague, ethereal, and all-together not too relevant blogs are back! This season, I’m sure we’ll run the gamut from Fox’s New Girl to my hapless but always lovable Cleveland Indians to Sex and the City to the always entertaining Meta World Peace (I can’t believe I have to legally call him that). So, let’s put this Mac I received for Christmas (thanks Mom and Dad!) to good use!
I have to say, this sleek little silver computer has made me feel very Carrie Bradshaw-esque—sitting in a quaint, but decidedly modern NYC apartment having thoughts flow from mind to fingertip with not so much ease as deliberate thought. One minor difference, though—I live in a quaint, decidedly college-student-turned-young-adult apartment that overlooks a house that in its backyard has a back-hoe, a Caterpillar, and a 1987 Caddy all in various states of disrepair. As I attempt to construct some semblance of an adult apartment (dishes that match, a bed with a mattress that actually sits on a frame, and a television that doesn’t require rabbit ears or foil) and an adult job (staff meetings, sales goals, stilettos) I find myself pondering the answers to certain questions: what do I want to do, who should I be, where should I be?
For some, these questions are ambiguous and elusive, but for others, like myself, they always seemed to answer themselves with little dedicated, conscious thought. I’m not quite sure how, but through my latter high school and collegiate years, the answers just fell into place. However, as time and life go on, things can change. You can change. At the ripe old age of 25, things changed. I was shaken to my core and for the first time in my life, I began to question my place in the world. Where do I go from here? Before, it was elementary school then middle school then high school then college then internship then job. Check, check, check, check, check, and check. The thing is, I don’t have another check on deck. It can’t be a linear shot from here to retirement, can it? So, for the last year or so, my mind has raced–raced from point A to point F to point C to point M and back to point B. My first reaction when the world around me started to spin faster and faster was to grasp tighter and tighter.
Then, EPIPHANY. Perhaps my eternally racing mind wasn’t meaning to cloud the present, but was instead attempting to map out my future—it was attempting to find my next check. I’m not sure that check is walking up to the plate yet, but until it does, I’ve learned—with the help of a few key individuals—to let my grasp loosen and enjoy the moment. Live your life. Love your family. Love your friends. Tell them you love them. Depend on them. Thank them. Be immensely appreciative of them.
My little sister (she’ll be 21 this year, but I still think of her as the curly-haired little weirdo who refused to take her bike helmet off at dinner from the ages of three to five) has a single quote in the “About Me” section on her Facebook page: “Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone, and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering.” She might have had helmet hair for a good two years, but I guess the previously curly-haired weirdo is on to something.
The point of this excessively wordy blog summed up in a single sentence? Approach each day with more vigor, enthusiasm and love than the last, and you won’t go wrong. Thanks, Em. Love you.
In her fourth year with the Crawdads, Kathryn is a native of Indianapolis, IN and graduated from Bowling Green State University in December 2008 with a degree in sport management. She has previously worked with the Indianapolis Indians and USA Track & Field. In her spare time, Kathryn enjoys following the Cleveland Indians and BGSU athletics.