Move over Tom Hanks (League of Their Own reference if you’ve
been living under a rock and never saw that classic baseball-themed movie) and
take a seat because there is crying allowed in Major League Baseball. It’s
Kode. Yesterday and the day before were rough days for me for the most part, I
have to be honest here. Without going into details I lost something so
unimportant that I let it affect me to the point where I could have lost
something that means the absolute world to me. And for that, I cried. Multiple
times. At home. At work. On the way to work. Hell I did while typing this out.
And for what? For something that’s completely and utterly replaceable?
Irreplaceable > Replaceable
#DontSweatTheSmallStuff #YouJumpIJump
