Front Row Seats

Lately, life looks a lot like a baseball field.

Dirt on everything, snacks in a cooler, a wagon that somehow holds half my life…
and now, a little table that pops up like a desk because apparently I’ve decided I can work from anywhere.

And I can.

My laptop works just as well on a hotspot as it does at home, so emails get answered between innings, projects move forward from a folding chair, and somehow it all just… fits.

Both of my boys are pitching this year, which means I spend a lot of time holding my breath.

Watching them out there, controlling the pace of the game, learning how to reset, how to trust themselves.

And then the next inning, I’m watching River out in left field or North at shortstop, and it’s a completely different kind of watching… less holding my breath, more just taking it all in.

And when we’re not at a game, we’re at a practice.
And when we’re not at practice, we’re in the yard doing drills.
And when we’re not doing drills, it’s only because coach said we had to rest… so we’re watching baseball anyway.

It’s constant.

But it doesn’t feel like too much.

It feels like being inside something.

And I think that’s what I notice the most right now.

Not how busy it is… but how much I get to be in it.

The games, the practices, the random drills in the yard…
the way they look for you in the stands without even thinking about it…
the small moments that don’t feel big until you realize they are.

And the people.

The ones sitting nearby, the ones who keep showing up.

My parents, who my boys couldn’t have gotten luckier with.
Their dad—there often, and always connected, checking in and staying close to it all.
Malee—popping in and out of field days, but fully in it with us, especially in the yard, helping them grow and choosing this life alongside me.

And even my clients… which still kind of amazes me.

The ones who ask how the game went.
Who celebrate the wins.
Who understand that this part of my life matters.

It all overlaps.

The work.
The people.
The life.

Not perfectly, but in a way that just… works.

And I don’t miss what that is.

It’s a privilege to build a life like this.

To not have to choose between being present and being productive.
To sit here a little longer.
To watch one more inning.
To open my laptop when I need to and close it when I don’t.

This is what lifestyle design looks like for me.

Not some perfectly balanced version of everything.

Just a life that lets me be exactly where I want to be while it’s happening.

“Feed the Birds First” looks like this right now.

A little dusty.
A little loud.
A lot of love and appreciation for getting to be right here, inside of it.

If you’re too busy to feed the birds,
you’re probably missing the whole point.