Planting Roots

At the end of class on Thursday, some of us talked about a place that means a lot to us. When I think of a meaningful place, it has to be somewhere that people automatically associate with you. It has to be a place that you can go to and forget the world for a little while. My "meaningful place" isn't one specific place. In fact, I'm lucky enough that there could be one of them in every town that I go to. The softball field is my place to go to when I need a break. I know, it's a pretty public place. It doesn't feel that way to me. When I'm on the field, everything else disappears. My problems go away and its been that way since I was really little. I planted my roots from the second I first set foot on a field.
The peacefulness of the field, even during a very dire moment in a game, brings me back to earth. I feel at peace when the ball is in my hand. When I've had a bad day and I just want an escape, I immediately want to go throw the ball around with my teammates. I find myself going to softball fields more often now that I'm in college. No matter what workload I have waiting for me at home, I just forget it all and just go clear my head.

Some of us are lucky to have a place that we can go and just take a break from life, even if it's as small as your bedroom. I know that personally, I'm a completely different person based on the fact that I could always escape when I was on a softball field. I hope that everyone has somewhere they can go when it gets to be too much. The world can get too overwhelming for so many people that we all need a break.