On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
Me: Buy new Drawing Tablet, and brushes, and paper, and textures, and…
Not to brag, but…
I can finally touch my toes.
While in yoga class, I just magically reached, and there were my little piggies within my reach.
I’ve never been able to touch them even when I was a young, spry fellow.
When I was just getting started…
I felt that if I had more information and training- I would be successful.
Now here we all are. Drowning in information. Lacking execution.
Afraid to fail so we look for more information to distract us.
“Papi siempre se iba a la chingada… hasta que me dieron ganas de alcanzarlo.”
“PERDONA ME MAMI.
I was just playing soccer with the boys in the yard.”
I didn’t know it then, but we were poor. My mom would be furious when I came back from
playing with the boys with grass stains & knee tears in my pants.
That’s all I had to play in and, well, I had to play.
“Oh no! I’ve seen the memes.
You’re not walking out of here with gray sweatpants.” – My GF
Where will you be in 10 years?
Where were you 10 years ago?
I’m ready but not ready.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.