Everybody knows me as the musician
I LOVE music. If I could do that the rest of my life and ONLY that, I would.
But my very first love was baseball.
Sometimes (more than that), I wonder what if.
I spent my youth playing with the boys and feeling no qualms over it.
I spent my youth dreaming of being the first female since the 1950’s to be an MLB star. I joined when I was 3, teeball. Loved it to the depths of my soul ever since.
I lost my opportunities in middle school. Big family changes lead to getting myself to and from practices and games and I couldn’t continue to do so. I still, deep down, feel a tiny tinge of resentment for that. I was a kid.
What if things had been different? Could I have been somebody? Not have to change paths after accepting what I thought was set in stone at only 12 years old?
With the right support that never would’ve fckn happened. But what do I know?
I just wonder…




















