tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360796664725433166.post4390126088317229057..comments2023-09-09T05:17:57.219-04:00Comments on INFEKTED: This Hat Has Been Everywhere With MeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13422639828153514203noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360796664725433166.post-56970282864052764632014-01-08T19:58:57.240-05:002014-01-08T19:58:57.240-05:00Not too long ago I ended up getting rid of a New Y...Not too long ago I ended up getting rid of a New York Yankees cap that I had since I was four years old. The hat was no longer navy blue, it had turned purple. There were sweat stains far worse than you had, the brim of the cap was broken, the plastic holes in the back to adjust the size in the back were all cracked; you literally could not even wear the hat. Yet, I held on to it for so long because of the sentimental value. I grew up loving baseball, loving the Yankees, loving that my dad bought me that hat. It's not that I had specific memories in that hat per se, it's that it was a piece of my childhood I didn't want to let go. I did though; it was time. Apart from de-cluttering, it was time for me appreciate that piece of my life for what it was, then focus on making my life look the way I want it to look in the present. Recognizing that nostalgia can have too powerful of a grip over me at times made me know it was the right time to do it.<br /><br />Great post, and your long hair was totally badass!Anthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04575192912409158067noreply@blogger.com