I believe that happiness in life is all about finding the right fit.
And following your passion alone is not sufficient to find that right fit.
I learned this the hard way.
Baseball was my biggest passion for as long as I can remember.
One of my earliest memories — at the age of 4 — was watching my hometown Boston Red Sox take on the New York Mets in the 1986 World Series. I was so into baseball and the Red Sox that I stayed up long after my parents went to bed to watch the end of each game.
I remember religiously watching baseball on TV, even if the telecast was in French or any other language.
I learned to read from baseball cards.
I know a lot of kids love sports, but I really loved sports. I consumed and analyzed every single Red Sox game, start to finish, via TV, radio, or (if I was lucky enough) in person. I was allowed to miss school to attend every Opening Day at Fenway Park. Whenever I was at the actual ballpark, I would never let my parents leave until the last out was recorded.
I memorized all of the player and team stats and could rattle them off at will. I remember fantasizing about meeting the athletes, sitting in the dugout, and what it would be like to step out on a real Major League…
