The year Cliff Lee was his daughter Maci’s age, back in second grade, I had a choice of my own to make.
I was a senior in high school. For an eternity I’d gone to the schools I was supposed to, like we all do. But finally it was my turn to choose. And I had the chance to go to the college I’d wanted to go to for a long time.
It wasn’t as close to home as UT – which felt like a plus – and definitely had more of a prestigious air about it. Was it a better school? Was it a better school for me? Those seemed like unimportant questions from the moment I was accepted until the time came to make my decision. All through that time, though I hadn’t accepted anywhere yet, I was all but sure I was headed out of state, sort of allured by the “Who wouldn’t want to go there?” mindset (and what would have been a better chance of walking onto a college baseball team).
I’m still not exactly sure why, but I woke up one morning in March and changed my mind. I chose the University of Texas. I was opting for the more familiar school over the more prestigious one, though not for that reason. Then again, I couldn’t pin down the reason. It just felt like the right call.
And I’ve never regretted it.
What I wish for you today, Cliff, is a nap and a eureka moment. No matter what you decide, it’s going to be the right choice for you. And you’ll know it. And you’ll be damned glad you decided, once and for all.
True enough, millions of people will be glad you made up your mind. I’m here to tell you that you will be, too, maybe more so than you realize right now.
End this. Start the next thing. It’s Time.