I QUIT! 12 years ago today, I quit my job and became a business, man.
Now that I was divorced, I would only see my daughters every other weekend. In that same time frame, I found myself working in retail management after having an excellent office job for a couple of years.
I became acutely aware of what the term "daddy issues" meant as I started dating after my divorce.
I had a ton of them. This fact is apparent to anyone who has read my writing for any length of time.
There are no shortcuts.
What if they catch me?
What will I tell my family and friends? It felt icky, and I was breaking the law.
“I will never drink,” screamed little 7-year-old Teevee.
Hearing my father vomit in the toilet after a long night of drinking is a memory I will have eternally etched in my mind.
They can shoot a basketball with decent form. They throw and catch a football (often better than most boys). They can write with power and vulnerability, step on stage, and share their truth with a room full of people. They can draw, paint, shoot, and edit. I'll stop there.
I hated smiling in photos. I didn't like my smile and made sure never to do it. I felt like I looked like an idiot.
It's not hard to avoid smiling if you're unhappy with your life. It was the last year of my marriage, and I was going through old photos of myself with my daughters.
I hated smiling in photos. I didn't like my smile and made sure never to do it. I felt like I looked like an idiot.
It's not hard to avoid smiling if you're unhappy with your life. It was the last year of my marriage, and I was going through old photos of myself with my daughters.
I enjoy washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen after eating. Seeing the kitchen and dining area after it’s all done is satisfying. This first became a “thing” when I read an article by Leo Babauta in 2010 that impacted the way I approach all the mundane but necessary tasks of the day. wash your bowl “Have you eaten your rice porridge? Then you had better wash your bowl.” It’s become the default...
I'm 45. If anyone asks me in conversation, I freely answer. I never say: Oh my, you know that it's not polite to ask a gentleman his age, right?
Knees weak, arms are heavy. I stood there. Nervous and sweaty in front of a room full of little boys and girls.
As a young father, I came across so many individuals who despised their family and family name. I found this heartbreaking.
I had to change that with my daughters. If I could instill a sense of pride in being an Aguirre, then many other lessons would be easier to teach.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.