I turned 26 years old on the 26th of September.
Here are 26 memories I have of my life that I will never forget.
In no particular order:
1. I remember Jan 1, 1988 thinking how fast 1987 had gone by.
2. When I was 3 years old I hated a kid named Aaron that I met at church. He was the best man at my wedding.
3. I remember my dad being bigger than me. I miss that sometimes.
4. Cheating on eye exams knowing that I was incredibly blind. I had the board memorized. Until one day the "E" was a "D" and I could barely see it. I got glasses that week in the 7th grade.
5. Tearing up when Elliott Yamin was eliminated from American Idol. That was the best season ever.
6. I remember the one time that I was cut from trying out for a sports team. It was a summer league. I was so pissed.
7. The doors opening at the chapel and seeing Brittany in her wedding dress. I still can't describe what that felt like.
8. The first Gator game I remember going to. My dad took me and my neighbor Sean to see UF play South Carolina. We ate fried chicken and threw the football and my dad drank Budweiser. I dropped a pass from my friend and a SC fan said, "that's whats gonna happen today!" The Gators won by over 30 points.
9. Riding bikes to elementary school with my cousin Casey. One day on the way home I cut her off/she tried to run me over. My back tire rubbed her front one and she fell and scarred her elbow forever. I felt terrible/awesome at the same time.
10. My first cell phone. It was a sony ericsson and I believe I had around 100 minutes or so. It was for emergencies only and for my mom being able to contact me at all times I wasn't at home.
11. My first "B". I made straight A's until the 6th grade computer class when Mrs. Butts gave me a B. Now I am awesome at computer stuff and she is probably dead.
12. Having braces. Twice.
13. When my mom and stepdad told me they were getting a divorce after 15 years of being married.
14. I remember being in a church service where the music was absolutely terrible and the guy that preached was so boring, but I still felt that God was somehow trying to tell me something very important. That made me rethink a lot of things.
15. I remember standing behind the pulpit at a very conservative church because my button on my pants broke. I spoke for about 15 minutes wondering how I was going to be able to get out of there after I was done before anybody could see my undies.
16. The first R rated movie my parents let me rent was "The Fan". It had Robert Deniro and Wesley Snipes. It was about baseball and so I thought it couldn't be too bad. To this day it was one of the most vulgar movies I have ever seen.
17. Singing a song at my mom's funeral with her casket just feet in front of me. She had requested me to sing the specific song just a couple weeks earlier.
18. My dad working as a waiter at Charley's Steakhouse till 2am and then delivering Auto Trader's just a few hours later in the early morning to provide for our family. He did that for almost 2 years after 9/11 had ruined his business.
19. Sitting on our balcony on the honeymoon cruise drinking champagne with my new wife. Wondering how I got this lucky.
20. Getting my first and only referral in middle school from my bus driver Mr. Ramos. He said Aaron and me had thrown soda cans on the bus and trashed it. Our principal, who we were friends with, threw the referrals in the trash can.
21. Getting a nintendo entertainment system for a birthday having no idea that video games would be such a huge part of my life
22. Having my first drink.
23. Getting a Taylor 310ce acoustic guitar from my mom for a graduation present after my senior year of high school.
24. When getting great white shark in Shark Bites was my main concern in the day.
25. My first car was a '95 Eclipse with a turbo engine. Somehow I never got a speeding ticket in that, but when I gtot a 2000 silver Neon the cops loved to pull me over.
26. Being bigger than everyone my age in the 6th grade.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Kanye vs. Joe
I don't think that I need to rehash the events of Kanye West (rapper) and Joe Wilson (congressman) from the last week.
I can't tell you what you "should" have felt towards both people, but I can give you a taste of what I felt.
Kanye is a man consumed with himself and this isn't the first time that this has happened. Kanye has a platform to write whatever he wants in his music to express whatever he feels about anything. Yet he still feels the need to make an ass of himself in front of the camera and in the process ruins somebody's day. This time it happened to be Taylor Swift. If you don't like it, then write a song about it. When a person is accepting an award and especially when it is one of their FIRST awards, nobody cares about Kanye at the moment. But he cannot let that happen. He must be at the center of attention even if everyone else in the building is paying respects to someone else. Kanye has some fans that will love everything he does and are blinded by their allegiance to him. He also lost some fans the other day.
Joe Wilson acted like an undisciplined child on the biggest stage in politics. I can remember in speech classes the #1 rule is that you make no comments during the speech and if you weren't going to pay attention, then you make sure that you aren't being distracting. If you didn't follow these simple rules of respect you got an F on your next assignment. That was 9th grade. Many of the congressman were holding up signs during the speech and this person decided it was ok to yell out during the speech. The one giving the speech happened to be the President. If you don't like what the Pres has to say then give a speech about it or write an article about it after the fact. Some people are so blinded by their allegiance to the republican party that they will love anything that these people do. But Joe lost some fans the other day.
Here is a link to Kanye showing up on Jay Leno last night and apologizing on national TV:
http://www.thejaylenoshow.com/video/clips/kanye-west/1157073/
I have no idea how sincere it is. Honestly, Kanye has done this so many times the only thing he can do is shut up for a long time. But at least he took his bath and made an apology in front of millions and says he wants to apologize in person to Swift.
Link of Joe talking about apologizing:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/13/wilson-i-wont-apologize-a_n_284894.html
Notice the difference in both videos.
Both of these men are very similar even though they probably both hate each other. It is odd. We are losing our common sense. It isn't a political issue. It isn't an issue of pop culture. What Kanye did is make that ok for someone in the future to do. What Joe did is make that ok for someone in the future.
Dumb.
I can't tell you what you "should" have felt towards both people, but I can give you a taste of what I felt.
Kanye is a man consumed with himself and this isn't the first time that this has happened. Kanye has a platform to write whatever he wants in his music to express whatever he feels about anything. Yet he still feels the need to make an ass of himself in front of the camera and in the process ruins somebody's day. This time it happened to be Taylor Swift. If you don't like it, then write a song about it. When a person is accepting an award and especially when it is one of their FIRST awards, nobody cares about Kanye at the moment. But he cannot let that happen. He must be at the center of attention even if everyone else in the building is paying respects to someone else. Kanye has some fans that will love everything he does and are blinded by their allegiance to him. He also lost some fans the other day.
Joe Wilson acted like an undisciplined child on the biggest stage in politics. I can remember in speech classes the #1 rule is that you make no comments during the speech and if you weren't going to pay attention, then you make sure that you aren't being distracting. If you didn't follow these simple rules of respect you got an F on your next assignment. That was 9th grade. Many of the congressman were holding up signs during the speech and this person decided it was ok to yell out during the speech. The one giving the speech happened to be the President. If you don't like what the Pres has to say then give a speech about it or write an article about it after the fact. Some people are so blinded by their allegiance to the republican party that they will love anything that these people do. But Joe lost some fans the other day.
Here is a link to Kanye showing up on Jay Leno last night and apologizing on national TV:
http://www.thejaylenoshow.com/video/clips/kanye-west/1157073/
I have no idea how sincere it is. Honestly, Kanye has done this so many times the only thing he can do is shut up for a long time. But at least he took his bath and made an apology in front of millions and says he wants to apologize in person to Swift.
Link of Joe talking about apologizing:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/13/wilson-i-wont-apologize-a_n_284894.html
Notice the difference in both videos.
Both of these men are very similar even though they probably both hate each other. It is odd. We are losing our common sense. It isn't a political issue. It isn't an issue of pop culture. What Kanye did is make that ok for someone in the future to do. What Joe did is make that ok for someone in the future.
Dumb.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Oh The Controversy
http://www.whitehouse.gov/MediaResources/PreparedSchoolRemarks/
Either click the title of this post or copy and past the above link and read the speech.
As I have said before, if Ronald Raegan gave this speech then there would be no controversy.
Most everybody that I heard making a big deal over this had not yet read the speech. They probably still haven't.
Read it. It is inspiring. I hope that when I have a child that the president then would be able to openly talk to my son or daughter in the same manner about education.
Either click the title of this post or copy and past the above link and read the speech.
As I have said before, if Ronald Raegan gave this speech then there would be no controversy.
Most everybody that I heard making a big deal over this had not yet read the speech. They probably still haven't.
Read it. It is inspiring. I hope that when I have a child that the president then would be able to openly talk to my son or daughter in the same manner about education.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Back To School
I can remember growing up that on the first day of school every year my mom would wake me up singing a line, "Up in morning and off to school.... Teachers are teaching the golden rule...." From Kindergarten through my senior year of high school she woke me up like that. So annoying.
Tonight was my first day of school in a couple of years. I am taking two courses this semester. One is an online course, Professional Writing. The other is once a week on Thursday nights and it is Criminal Justice Systems. I have to take some upper elective courses and so these two interested me more than anthropology and other things similar.
The campus has changed so much in just two years. As I waited outside of the classroom a friend of mine who is younger than me saw me and we talked for a couple of minutes. He is in his last semester. I am not.
My class is an upper level elective class so most of the people aren't that much younger than me, but still some of them looked like they were in middle school.
Most of all sitting in class reminded me of the time when I was in class the most a few years back. It reminded me of the days when I only worked 15-20 hours a week and spent most of the time in between classes hanging out with my roommates.
Late nights. Good friends. Some not so smart decisions. And some great ones.
I believe that I do a pretty decent job of "living in the moment" and not taking for granted what is happening right now. I wouldn't say that my first few years of college were the best years of my life, but they sure were a lot of fun. I would take being married to Brittany over living with the guys any day, but I will always look back on those couple of years with the guys as being some of the best moments of all time.
So I raise a toast to my old roommates and the fact that I don't ever have to deal with living with them agian.
Tonight was my first day of school in a couple of years. I am taking two courses this semester. One is an online course, Professional Writing. The other is once a week on Thursday nights and it is Criminal Justice Systems. I have to take some upper elective courses and so these two interested me more than anthropology and other things similar.
The campus has changed so much in just two years. As I waited outside of the classroom a friend of mine who is younger than me saw me and we talked for a couple of minutes. He is in his last semester. I am not.
My class is an upper level elective class so most of the people aren't that much younger than me, but still some of them looked like they were in middle school.
Most of all sitting in class reminded me of the time when I was in class the most a few years back. It reminded me of the days when I only worked 15-20 hours a week and spent most of the time in between classes hanging out with my roommates.
Late nights. Good friends. Some not so smart decisions. And some great ones.
I believe that I do a pretty decent job of "living in the moment" and not taking for granted what is happening right now. I wouldn't say that my first few years of college were the best years of my life, but they sure were a lot of fun. I would take being married to Brittany over living with the guys any day, but I will always look back on those couple of years with the guys as being some of the best moments of all time.
So I raise a toast to my old roommates and the fact that I don't ever have to deal with living with them agian.
Pretty Dumb
Plaxico Burress:
Takes a gun into a nightclub and accidentally shoots himself in the leg 2mm away from his femoral. 2mm away from killing himself.
He gets two years in jail.
Michael Vick:
Runs a pretty sick (not in a good way) dog fighting ring. Tortures and kills animals.
He gets 23 months in jail.
Dante Stallworth:
Runs a man over with his car. In his statement to the police he said he honked the horn and flicked the lights at the man. Apparently he had time to do that, but not to slow down. He has enough money to get a cab to take him home.
He gets 30 days in jail.
Pretty dumb.
Takes a gun into a nightclub and accidentally shoots himself in the leg 2mm away from his femoral. 2mm away from killing himself.
He gets two years in jail.
Michael Vick:
Runs a pretty sick (not in a good way) dog fighting ring. Tortures and kills animals.
He gets 23 months in jail.
Dante Stallworth:
Runs a man over with his car. In his statement to the police he said he honked the horn and flicked the lights at the man. Apparently he had time to do that, but not to slow down. He has enough money to get a cab to take him home.
He gets 30 days in jail.
Pretty dumb.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Depth
Brittany and I did something today that we never done before together.
We went to a church where we didn't know anybody.
I wasn't filling in for anyone doing music. My wife and I decided to go to church out of curiosity. We had both worked about 11-12 hours the day before and were extremely tired. But we set the alarm and got out of bed in the morning because we felt like it would be a good thing. It is a rare time when both of us have sunday mornings off and we visited a place knowing that we wouldn't see anybody that we knew.
My desire was that we would learn something. That someone would teach something from the bible that would give us a bit of a deeper insight into what God is like. You might be surprised to know that I really don't care a whole lot about what the music sounds like when I attend a church that I am not familiar with. Seriously, I don't really care. I once visited a church where the person leading the music prayed something like, "These are just notes, but you are God and we want you to speak to our hearts today" sort of conceding to the fact that he knew that the music about to be played wouldn't be a wonderful sound. I remember that it wasn't, but that it seemed so sincere that I wasn't as concerned with the bass player missing half the notes as I usually was.
I long for depth more than anything else.
And honesty I guess.
So we arrived to find out that the pastor and regular person that leads the music were on a mission trip and there was a family who was in charge of all aspects of the service.
On the drive to church I prayed to myself simply hoping that I wouldn't be so cynical this time. I was genuinely wanting to attend church and longing for something real and not an experience or entertainment. I have entertained churches and christians so many times with my music and unfortunately I have manipulated people's emotions on more than one occasion so that they would leave feeling something that I knew wouldn't last more than 6 hours. I really didn't want to be a part of that, but this time as an observer. I came with an open heart and mind wanting to learn.
After about 30 minutes into the service I found myself wondering how much more of this I had to sit through. And that saddened me in a way that I cannot explain. I mean, really really made me uncomfortable. I didn't want to have those feelings. It had been so long since I had just gone to church to go and for no other reason.
The sermon/message/talk...whatever is popular to call it these days was a very good attempt to make people "feel good". The main subject of the 45 minutes of one man speaking was pain and how to deal with it.
It makes me sad to say that I am so angry as I think about it now and type this out. I don't want to be "that guy".
I am trying to figure out exactly how to explain the situation without sounding like I am trying to bash the man that was preaching/teaching/speaking...
I felt like I was in some type of self-help Tony Robbins course that was occasionally laced with bits of biblical reference. The subject was pain and I have known quite a bit over the last two years. This should have impacted me greatly and helped me move on because "...pain is the fuel for our souls!"
Instead I felt so cheated...
I could write so much more. I just deleted a bunch of stuff because it wasn't worthwhile to what I am really trying to say.
What I am trying to get across is that in my heart I am not too concerned with emotions at church. How the music makes me feel or how the person talking wants me to feel is not really that important. What I long for is to learn more about God. It doesn't have to be from a professor at a seminary. I am just asking that it isn't from the school of Tony Robbins. No matter how good intentioned a man may be in his preparation of a 45 minute speech at a church, it comes across as shallow to me when the bible is just a bit of support to the message they are trying to get across.
The message that was taught today was very helpful for a lot of the people it seemed. Many there seemed to really enjoy it.
That bothered me even more.
What I needed in the midst of pain that is still very real to me was insight into the character of God. I needed content, not emotion. I needed Jesus, not formulas.
This was a quote that I wrote down that was displayed on the screen for us to see/write down:
"Shadows are not as big as they seem."
Thanks.
I didn't need a scholar. I could have used someone simply putting this verse on the screen and talking about it and the situation surrounding it for about 10 minutes at least.
"Jesus wept."
I long for more than dribble. I know that sounds so pious and snoody of me. I honestly don't want to come across as that way. I really just want to learn more about Jesus.
Being away for so long has brought that desire into my heart.
We went to a church where we didn't know anybody.
I wasn't filling in for anyone doing music. My wife and I decided to go to church out of curiosity. We had both worked about 11-12 hours the day before and were extremely tired. But we set the alarm and got out of bed in the morning because we felt like it would be a good thing. It is a rare time when both of us have sunday mornings off and we visited a place knowing that we wouldn't see anybody that we knew.
My desire was that we would learn something. That someone would teach something from the bible that would give us a bit of a deeper insight into what God is like. You might be surprised to know that I really don't care a whole lot about what the music sounds like when I attend a church that I am not familiar with. Seriously, I don't really care. I once visited a church where the person leading the music prayed something like, "These are just notes, but you are God and we want you to speak to our hearts today" sort of conceding to the fact that he knew that the music about to be played wouldn't be a wonderful sound. I remember that it wasn't, but that it seemed so sincere that I wasn't as concerned with the bass player missing half the notes as I usually was.
I long for depth more than anything else.
And honesty I guess.
So we arrived to find out that the pastor and regular person that leads the music were on a mission trip and there was a family who was in charge of all aspects of the service.
On the drive to church I prayed to myself simply hoping that I wouldn't be so cynical this time. I was genuinely wanting to attend church and longing for something real and not an experience or entertainment. I have entertained churches and christians so many times with my music and unfortunately I have manipulated people's emotions on more than one occasion so that they would leave feeling something that I knew wouldn't last more than 6 hours. I really didn't want to be a part of that, but this time as an observer. I came with an open heart and mind wanting to learn.
After about 30 minutes into the service I found myself wondering how much more of this I had to sit through. And that saddened me in a way that I cannot explain. I mean, really really made me uncomfortable. I didn't want to have those feelings. It had been so long since I had just gone to church to go and for no other reason.
The sermon/message/talk...whatever is popular to call it these days was a very good attempt to make people "feel good". The main subject of the 45 minutes of one man speaking was pain and how to deal with it.
It makes me sad to say that I am so angry as I think about it now and type this out. I don't want to be "that guy".
I am trying to figure out exactly how to explain the situation without sounding like I am trying to bash the man that was preaching/teaching/speaking...
I felt like I was in some type of self-help Tony Robbins course that was occasionally laced with bits of biblical reference. The subject was pain and I have known quite a bit over the last two years. This should have impacted me greatly and helped me move on because "...pain is the fuel for our souls!"
Instead I felt so cheated...
I could write so much more. I just deleted a bunch of stuff because it wasn't worthwhile to what I am really trying to say.
What I am trying to get across is that in my heart I am not too concerned with emotions at church. How the music makes me feel or how the person talking wants me to feel is not really that important. What I long for is to learn more about God. It doesn't have to be from a professor at a seminary. I am just asking that it isn't from the school of Tony Robbins. No matter how good intentioned a man may be in his preparation of a 45 minute speech at a church, it comes across as shallow to me when the bible is just a bit of support to the message they are trying to get across.
The message that was taught today was very helpful for a lot of the people it seemed. Many there seemed to really enjoy it.
That bothered me even more.
What I needed in the midst of pain that is still very real to me was insight into the character of God. I needed content, not emotion. I needed Jesus, not formulas.
This was a quote that I wrote down that was displayed on the screen for us to see/write down:
"Shadows are not as big as they seem."
Thanks.
I didn't need a scholar. I could have used someone simply putting this verse on the screen and talking about it and the situation surrounding it for about 10 minutes at least.
"Jesus wept."
I long for more than dribble. I know that sounds so pious and snoody of me. I honestly don't want to come across as that way. I really just want to learn more about Jesus.
Being away for so long has brought that desire into my heart.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Reaching For More
Next month I will celebrate my 26th birthday.
I have been reevaluating a lot of things in my life lately.
I have been coming to the conclusion that there are certain things that I MUST do before I die. Dreams that I have had since I was a teenager that I have a deep sense that I need to fulfill.
One might refer to these things as a bucket list. If you watched the movie "The Bucket List" you understand that most of the incredible things the two gentlemen did were in the last year of their lives. That is all well and good, but I would like to incorporate my list into my entire life.
I believe that things are so much more attainable than we are willing to believe. When I think about these 25 years that have been my life I realize that I have pursued in a responsible, yet sometimes reckless enough manner to achieve some incredible things that I never thought possible.
I have worked in an orphanage in Africa.
I have hiked a glacier in Alaska.
I own season tickets to the Florida Gators football games. 50 yard line. 39 rows up. In the shade.
I recorded an album and made money from it. And I actually liked my album even though I usually hate listening to myself.
I was the keynote speaker at a week long camp in Philadelphia. The goal of the camp was that over 300 high school students from different parts of the US would come and be a part of rebuilding and renovating homes in a poor area of the city. At night all of the students and adults would listen to what I had to say. The crazy thing was that a lot of the people acted like they couldn't wait for me to speak the next evening.
I am a waiter at a restaurant. I kind of hate it, but I always thought that I would be good at it and I have had the chance to accomplish that.
I married someone that is cool and that is hot.
I have built a snowman.
I once had a conversation in American Sign Language with a stranger as a result of me taking classes for it.
I write these things out because I believe that I could look at my life and think of how boring it is. I could sit around and feel stuck in my job and that I am not useful. But the truth is that our waves do come. They just don't come every single day or every month. It has taken many years for these dreams to become a reality, but they have become just that.
I understand that we all grow a little hardened and calloused as we get older, but I don't want to be the person that is miserable as a result of that.
I don't want to let go of my dreams just because I haven't reached another one in the last year or two.
One of my goals since I was a kid was that I always wanted to go to Hawaii. The older I got I realized how expensive that would be and that I wasn't sure how I could do that and not feel like I had just wasted a ton of money on myself.
Now I work for Hyatt Hotels. It isn't an amazing job and a lot of times it makes me into a person that I don't want to become, but there are things about it that are pretty awesome. So next August I have booked for my wife and I free rooms at 3 different Hyatt Resorts on 3 different islands in Hawaii.
The rooms are $400 a night to the average joe. For us they will cost nothing. I don't feel that bad about it either. I work all the time and very hard so that my wife and I are at peace with our finances and also so that we are able to be married. She does the same and more. So for a reward for barely seeing each other for the first 2 and a half years of our marriage we are going to spend 2 and a half weeks in one of the most beautiful places that I could imagine going and we are going to be able to do that saving quite a bit of money.
It is funny how dreams become a reality. I kind of hate my job. But the rewards can be outstanding.
What dreams do you have that you have given up on?
What is there deep within your sould that you feel that you MUST do?
I feel like we could reach for more if wanted to. Maybe we are afraid of failure or things similar, but I think if we looked at the things that we have already accomplished we will realized that our dreams aren't that far from being a reality. The fun part is that most of the time we have no idea how things worked out in our favor. We just knew we had to do something and it got done.
Hold on to those dreams. We live once. I am 26. I will contine to grow older until I stop breathing. I feel pretty satisfied out how my life has turned out so far and the amount of things that I have been able to accomplish. But I don't want to stop there.
There is so much out there and there is so much within us.
What if we just believed that we could do some incredible things and then focused on them when they actually happen?
I have been reevaluating a lot of things in my life lately.
I have been coming to the conclusion that there are certain things that I MUST do before I die. Dreams that I have had since I was a teenager that I have a deep sense that I need to fulfill.
One might refer to these things as a bucket list. If you watched the movie "The Bucket List" you understand that most of the incredible things the two gentlemen did were in the last year of their lives. That is all well and good, but I would like to incorporate my list into my entire life.
I believe that things are so much more attainable than we are willing to believe. When I think about these 25 years that have been my life I realize that I have pursued in a responsible, yet sometimes reckless enough manner to achieve some incredible things that I never thought possible.
I have worked in an orphanage in Africa.
I have hiked a glacier in Alaska.
I own season tickets to the Florida Gators football games. 50 yard line. 39 rows up. In the shade.
I recorded an album and made money from it. And I actually liked my album even though I usually hate listening to myself.
I was the keynote speaker at a week long camp in Philadelphia. The goal of the camp was that over 300 high school students from different parts of the US would come and be a part of rebuilding and renovating homes in a poor area of the city. At night all of the students and adults would listen to what I had to say. The crazy thing was that a lot of the people acted like they couldn't wait for me to speak the next evening.
I am a waiter at a restaurant. I kind of hate it, but I always thought that I would be good at it and I have had the chance to accomplish that.
I married someone that is cool and that is hot.
I have built a snowman.
I once had a conversation in American Sign Language with a stranger as a result of me taking classes for it.
I write these things out because I believe that I could look at my life and think of how boring it is. I could sit around and feel stuck in my job and that I am not useful. But the truth is that our waves do come. They just don't come every single day or every month. It has taken many years for these dreams to become a reality, but they have become just that.
I understand that we all grow a little hardened and calloused as we get older, but I don't want to be the person that is miserable as a result of that.
I don't want to let go of my dreams just because I haven't reached another one in the last year or two.
One of my goals since I was a kid was that I always wanted to go to Hawaii. The older I got I realized how expensive that would be and that I wasn't sure how I could do that and not feel like I had just wasted a ton of money on myself.
Now I work for Hyatt Hotels. It isn't an amazing job and a lot of times it makes me into a person that I don't want to become, but there are things about it that are pretty awesome. So next August I have booked for my wife and I free rooms at 3 different Hyatt Resorts on 3 different islands in Hawaii.
The rooms are $400 a night to the average joe. For us they will cost nothing. I don't feel that bad about it either. I work all the time and very hard so that my wife and I are at peace with our finances and also so that we are able to be married. She does the same and more. So for a reward for barely seeing each other for the first 2 and a half years of our marriage we are going to spend 2 and a half weeks in one of the most beautiful places that I could imagine going and we are going to be able to do that saving quite a bit of money.
It is funny how dreams become a reality. I kind of hate my job. But the rewards can be outstanding.
What dreams do you have that you have given up on?
What is there deep within your sould that you feel that you MUST do?
I feel like we could reach for more if wanted to. Maybe we are afraid of failure or things similar, but I think if we looked at the things that we have already accomplished we will realized that our dreams aren't that far from being a reality. The fun part is that most of the time we have no idea how things worked out in our favor. We just knew we had to do something and it got done.
Hold on to those dreams. We live once. I am 26. I will contine to grow older until I stop breathing. I feel pretty satisfied out how my life has turned out so far and the amount of things that I have been able to accomplish. But I don't want to stop there.
There is so much out there and there is so much within us.
What if we just believed that we could do some incredible things and then focused on them when they actually happen?
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