Speaking truth, the written word & some sarcasm. Not available in stores…
Forward: “I can’t afford regrets, ethics or anything there is a college course in,” I thought to myself as I took my first real job in radio, throwing away a career in sales at the Radio Shack. Looking back on that day, I wonder if I could do it over again, come to think of […]
We all need to move our goal lines daily. We should work to get closer to our goals each day, then move the overall goal further away. We will achieve the short term goals, but without a long term goal to motivate us, we will be jogging in place at a finish line which has lost complete meaning due to time. We need to escape the circle track of life that constrains us to arbitrary boundaries forcing us to stay within the lines. We all know the limitations we have. But you will never achieve any goal if you do not believe you will do it.
I try my best not to get involved with drama, because I dislike drama. I want everyone to be cooperative, friendly and encouraging to others. Not that many people do that in this world.
She supports my vision.
This is why I love her.
Joanna lives in a town far away from her parents because I have a career here. She has sacrificed so I might flourish. She encourages me to be better every day and is the first one to tell me when I have failed & hug me afterwards.
This is why I love her.
As a kid, I was terrible in sports, I wouldn’t shut up and I did not have anything that I could call a significant sports success. I could tell you about leading the pony league of baseball in walks, strikeouts and being hit by pitch but that delays my point.
I don’t remember any of the strikeouts today. None of them. I don’t remember the disappointments of my father, if he had any, that I wasn’t going to be a superstar. Because that wasn’t important to me or to my family.
What was important was making an effort.
Sometimes I would just go round and round, waiting for the right time to distract her from the story that she had been telling me about her work or the trip to New York that she was taking when it would happen. She would realize where we were and immediately tell me what I knew all along.
“Do you know where the hell you are?”
My normal response was, “I was just enjoying talking to you, and we really didn’t have a set plan so I thought we’d take a drive.”
Most days, she would nod her head and immediately went back to her story and I would go back to just driving.
But today she wasn’t having it.