SUPER-EXTRA

“I apologize if I ever hurt you.” Is what she said. I laughed. Not because I didn’t care, but because of the irony. I told her she has nothing to apologize about and then proceeded to thank her for what she did for me in my life. Imagine her response when she saw my reply.

She had no idea she had been used. All she knew was we had dealt with each other and it did not work out. That’s all she was supposed to know. I was glad I had the opportunity to thank her.

This blog is because of her. She thought about doing a blog. I said that sounds like a good idea. Then it was up in a week. I had no idea blogging could be that easy. It made me look closer into it and this site is the result. 

We didn’t last long at all. But she sparked something in me and this is the blessing that was left behind. Hard to feel bad about yourself or someone else when they are thanking you for a positive thing you did. God used her. 

Another example,

I’m at one of my best friend’s sister’s wedding reception and I’m enjoying everyone there. I’ve had a few drinks by this time. I’m standing to the side talking to one of the other brothers there and we just checking out the scene. I’m looking at the party and commenting on people. We talk about the wedding and church and other things. We talk about my job and I ask him what he does. He’s a preacher. This whole time I’ve been talking to a preacher like he’s one of my best friends. He never ‘preached’ to me. We was just two brothers trading notes on what we been through, God, and church. God has put several other devout Christians from the pulpit to the street corner in front of me since then. God used him.

My father died,

I was a wreck. I was doing stupid things. I was going in the wrong direction fast. I hadn’t turned my back on God but I wasn’t answering any of his calls. I was lost. Just existing in life. My first girlfriend literally busted into my life out of nowhere during this time. I fell hard for her. She settled me down. She became my focus which kept me out of a lot of trouble. Her personality pulled me out of the storms I was in. The time with her allowed me to heal. As soon as I was past the mourning phase she was gone just as fast as she came. God used her.

There are plenty more examples but I’ll save them for the book. Please understand there is so much more happening on a constant basis than just the “moment”. It is our responsibility to realize it.

Thank you so much to those who have passed through my life and left blessings behind.

I am so grateful for my family and friends who stood by me through my proudest moments as well as my darkest hours. May God continue to use all of us.

 Today is action day. Not “couch” day. Not “I should” day. Not “I’ll call tomorrow” day. Not “it’s too late” day. We’ve all had those days, but today is action day. Today I’m going to work on an assignment that is due next week that has been on my mind for close to two months now. I’ve put it off because I’m lazy and easily distracted by things I rather be doing. But I know completing this assignment will decrease the stress building inside of me. I know its part of a long term goal I’m working towards so it has to get done. If I do not complete the assignment then I fail the course.  Failure is not an option. All of this is my motivation to act today.  What is you motivation to act today. Maybe something is holding you back that you just can’t figure out. Maybe some life coaching will help. Well you’re in luck. Contact me now for further information.

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I made a decision. I’m going to write until my hands hurt. I’m going to write until my blog is filled with 100’s of entries.  I’m going to write until someone says take this check and go write something. I’m going to write until writing pays my bills. I’m going to write until the money I make from writing replaces my salary.  I want out of this 9 to 5. I really like my job. I am making great strides in my career. I am good at my job. I make a good salary. It allows me to have what I want. Still it’s not what I love to do. I love to write.  It’s what I do for free. I write while riding the train. I get up at night and write at 3am. I write in the park. I love to write. But I haven’t been committed to it. It is possible to love and not be committed. I took my passion for granted. I let it sit in the corner while I did other things. I paid it no attention at times. Eventually, the passion was gone. My career moved in and got comfortable. Contentment curled up next to me on the couch. People started knocking on my door that had no respect for my passion. I strayed.

I’ve learned it takes more than a decision. It takes a commitment. I’m tired of talking about writing a book. I’m tired of talking about writing to different magazines and TV shows to voice my opinions and provide editorials. I’ve made a decision to do it. I’m pursuing what I love to do. So I’m writing until….well until I can pay someone to write for me. So if you have passions then join me. Let’s do it. What are you doing with your passion? Do you have something you love to do but don’t feel like you are good at it? So do a lot of other people. What are you going to do about it is the important question. If you love to do it then half the battle is already won.  Take it a step further and take a class, join a group relating to your interest, or start a group relating to your interest. Use your job to help you chase your dream. So all comments are always welcomed but if you are a writer, poet, author, or publisher, please leave your contact info.  I look forward to working with you.

Ok, this might come as a shock to some of you who know me, but, uh, and this is hard to say. Wait, wait, ok, no. This is more difficult than I thought it would be. Ok, here it goes….”T-Shirts are great. But they are not good for every occasion.” AAAAAAAAAH, IT HURTS. OOOOOH, the pain! I must admit I already knew this. I just didn’t care until now.

 I’m growing. My inner circle knows me. According to them (not my words), I am a very intelligent, bold, laid-back, fun, driven, funny, charming, stubborn, complicated, emotional, loud, blunt, family oriented, sometimes cold, man with good morals. And I love t-shirts. They are so comfortable. But t-shirts do not define who I am. I didn’t care what people might think when they see me. If they talk to me then they will get to know me. I had to tell someone that the other day. We went back and forth for awhile and she commented on me wearing a t-shirt to class. I told her she doesn’t know me and it is crazy to judge someone because they have a t-shirt on. We went back and forth several more times and then she finally said. “I don’t know you. So all I have to go on is what I see. And my perception is all I have to go on. And all I know is you wore a t-shirt to class.” OOOOh, ok, ok, this is going to hurt too. Uh, ok, here it comes. She was…..was…..right. S***, Da**, F***!!! Ok, I apologize but that was hard to say.  I’m right 90% of the time. YEA, I SAID IT!!

 Perception is very different from Reality.  Her perception of me in a t-shirt was that I am not committed to what I claim. Her perception of me is I don’t take things serious. Her perception was her reality of me. Therefore, it didn’t matter I was this great guy who was full of intellect and drive. Her first impression of me was conveyed in one instance because I had a t-shirt on. I still feel it is a mistake to judge based on perception. But I know there are so many people just like her who do.  Perception is everyone’s reality upon first sight. I can rebel or I can control their perception. 

 Pride and ego can get in the way of goals. My goal is to become a successful business owner, successful Life coach, and author.  I have to start dressing the part in order to reach the people I’m destined to meet who will help me accomplish my goals. So I will never throw away my t-shirts, but don’t go into cardiac arrest if you so happen to see me in the street on a Saturday and I have a button up on. It’s ok. I haven’t lost it. I’m still the same dude. I’m just expanding my uniform for those who don’t know me yet.