Current Time & Date January9, 2016 7:33 AM #NowPlaying – Clique – Jay-Z & Kanye Damn I am wired! Woke up wide awake. Seriously. Almost as if I was running late to work. I know you know that feeling. Thinking. A shit-ton. New ideas flooding my mind. But first let me get some breakfast. Done. I’m currently reading several books that have lit a fire in my ass. By...
Energy flows where attention goes. Someone smarter than me originally said that. Demonstrate that what makes you happy. Show the world that beauty. That energy. Others will share it with you. Focus your energy on what you dislike or hate and that is all you will see. That is what you will attract. Misery loves company. Notice all the hate that comes out when you share that hate. It’s all...
I try to be the best father I can. The best man I can. For them, as much as for me. I was a decent guy before. But being a father made me realize I really had to step up and bring my skills up. Leadership. Management. Modeling. Conversation. Public speaking. Social awareness. Even when I wasn’t teaching. I was teaching. They are always watching. Learning. Absorbing. To raise better...
My daughters scare me. They motivate me. The inspire me. They make me want to do things I never thought was possible. I’ll explain just how in a bit. I am in a perpetual state of self-improvement. I want to become a leaner, meaner, highly effective machine. I have to be more effective and efficient for crying out loud since I’m not getting younger and my memory is going to hell! I may...
Always starting something new. Well, almost always. So many good things are going well in my life, yet so many things yet to come. And to accomplish these new things I have to break some of the old ways of doing things. Which only seems right. As a part of this effort, I needed to start waking up early. Way earlier than I have ever thought possible. I need to wake up earlier to get more...
I’m coming up on 7 years since I quit my management job. 7 years! Holy shit! This article hits so close to home that I almost feel that I could have written it. (If was better with the written word) I had a couple of supportive girlfriends (not at the same time, that would just be scandalous) that always wondered where my mind was. Why couldn’t be present. They could tell my mind was...
He loved me. I love him. He tried. But he was wrong. And that’s ok. I’ve struggled coming to terms with many of the scars, both internal and external, from my childhood. I was disciplined and slapped around quite a bit. During one of these disciplining sessions, my father slapped me on the side of the face and damaged my ear drum. I can’t put my head underwater. For this reason...
That’s what I try to give them to the best of my ability with my limited resources. Most on the cheap despite appearances. We all tell stories about our childhoods. Those stories are a part of our identity. What we did or didn’t do? Who we did them with? Why they are important to us? These experiences shape us. Make us. I want to make sure that the stories they tell my grandchildren...
Post by Teevee Aguirre.
It’s easy for me. I’m just her son.
I can’t truly understand,
How far she has come.
How hard it must be to raise a boy
to raise a man.
To teach him to work hard
and be all that he can.
I look back at her struggle
and feel her pain.
Her children she smuggled
and lived in shame.
Lived in the shadows and
hoped for the best.
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