Most of this blog was written last night, but I had to finish it today and the movement of the read is scattered and probably confusing to you… story of my life.
So I missed writing last week, and to be honest I don’t feel like writing now because I’m tired, but “tired” is a lame excuse, so now I’m writing.
I’ve been writing for probably an hour and a half now and just hit the delete key to almost three pages of type across the screen… it took me that long to realize what it was I actually wanted to write about.
We get to pick our battles in life, and those excuses we lodge in our head to prevent us from doing what it is we want are only half the battle. I’ve been receiving tremendous feedback on this blog and I want to thank everyone for the support. The inspiration and humor brings a Cheshire Cat kind of smile to my face 😀 (apparently I’m notorious for those smiles). Exchanging laughter 2,300 miles apart… priceless.
Since my post last week I have had several people tell me how “rad” (calif. lingo, hee hee) I am to be doing what it is I am doing—exploring life and keeping the journey alive. A consistent statement of feedback I receive starts like this: “I’ve always wanted to do ____________ but I just don’t think I could because (insert excuse(s)).” The truth is you can do whatever you want. And if you try to argue against me on that statement, I’ll listen but kindly disagree.
Excuses just don’t cut it. Like I’ve said before I am a firm believer that failure is an opportunity, not a defeat. We make excuses to avoid failure. An excuse is a defeat – it’s a towel into settling for less and being comfortable in the worst kind of way. Life itself is a challenge and we all struggle the same in a different story. When we stop making excuses for the things we want, and accept the truth for what it is, we are able to weigh the consequences and decide for ourselves what risks are worth it.
So for those of you who keep talking and make no effort of action I don’t feel sorry for you. While you’re busy wasting your breath and exhausting yourself through the excuses I’m doing what I want and taking risk. Yes I am calling people out because even though I love them for who they are and what they stand for I’m holding them responsible for their own situation. Before I left for college my fathers departing words were “Well I feel I’ve raised you the best I could, just remember every decision you make affects your life,” and I’ve always kept that in mind in making decisions… it’s my life to run and the decisions are my own.
The world has infinite opportunity, and the time we have to live on it is limited and valuable. So to the people in my life that have been sharing with me their dreams and ambitions, but are doing nothing to work towards it… make a decision. Quit being the talker.
My really great friend posted this the other day and I loved it because I totally agree with it:
“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company…a church…a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past…we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string that we have, and that is our attitude…I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you…we are in charge of our attitudes.”
– Charles Swindoll – Thank You Julie M. for the share 🙂
Change the attitude and make things happen for yourself. I’m challenging the people who I’ve been exchanging dialogue with to leap, scrape the knees, fail, get back up, discover, learn and find a way. Don’t expect things to happen right away, there is no satisfaction to instant gratification. “Set your life on fire, seek those who fan your flame.” …. In my next blog posting I want to discuss my game plan to succeeding out here in San Diego… where the community is tight knit, the living expenses are high, and a person has to hustle to pay the bills.
What I’ve been up to in Calif. as of late:
I had my car shipped with my thing stuffed inside the seats and trunk. I finally have more to live off than just my 68 lb bag, thank God! And I am vehicularly (yes I made that up) mobile and happy to have my junky treasure 🙂
I’ve met the owner and CEO of Dirty Girl Clothing and he is interestin. He has introduced me to some new friends in the area, rallied a group of us to hike up Torrey Pines, given me some free swag, and we went cruising around Pacific Beach on cruisers (bikes). I had a basket in front of my bike and I loved it! Also, I thought his company was Dirty Shirty at first from Atlanta when we first met, so Atlanta friends don’t mistake it like me lol
I’ve started working more with my internship with TowelMate. My boss has introduced me to some awesome new programs to work with. He has allowed me to manage two social media platforms that I have free reign over, fun.
I now have roommates and rent again lol It was a long run moving nomadically and living by the grace of others.
I am talking to strangers everyday and listening to some amazing stories. I love what I am learning about life, people, self-expansion, and discovery in the simplicity of conversations. One of my favorite encounters has been with an old man named Frank.
I met frank at a brewery where he was holding a forearm length knife out and observing it in a majestic gaze. Frank is probably in his late fifties, about 5’7 with a beer belly, sleeves of tattoos (that included a Felix the Cat), and pulled back gray hair. Frank had very drawing blue eyes that were magnified by his glasses. I loved it every time he had to push them up with his index finger because they were sliding off his face and my drunken self was giggling inside. Anyway Frank looked like a kind of man that would hang at a fisherman’s market near a light house or something, drinking beer and observing the setting suns reflection on the water… don’t ask me why he was vibing me that way because I don’t know. I was shooting the sh*t with Frank for awhile as we talked about his knife, fish and fishing, his wife whom had passed away, pirates, tattoos, piercing and so much more. I was just fascinated by this old man and to be honest if he had asked me to be his best friend I would have instantly agreed. So as I had previously mentioned before, Franks wife had passed away. Frank wears his wife’s wedding band on his pinky next to his wedding band and every moment he spoke about her he would fiddle with his pinky. He twisted the ring and pinched like a clasped hand, except finger style? lol He told me he wanted to have his left ear pierced and have his wife’s ring solder shut into the piercing. He told me that way back in the day when a pirate sailed all seven seas he would get his left ear pierced with gold. I haven’t bothered to check if this was true because I want to believe it. Frank said the pirates are what started the tradition of left ear piercing. The reason I am so fond of Frank is because he convinced me love is real and lasting. Only a man in love could keep his wife’s spirit present until they could meet again.
Well yeah there is lots and lots of other things I’ve been doing, seeing, and experiencing but it’s time to jet. If you read this to the end, thanks for the interest in my story and perhaps in the future we might share coffee and have a more in-depth exchange of stories 🙂
Oh and I can’t leave with out a video 🙂 Love this one!