The best way out is always through.
I have been absent my keyboard for far too long but for very good reasons. 60 has been a little elusive these past few weeks, took a vacation and dealt with some birthdays.
The vacation was to visit the mothers of my lovely wife and myself. The surprise was just as amazing for us as it was for them. That peace of mind knowing that your remembered, loved and most of all, missed. Friday night was exhausting, as flying through storms in the mile high city are ..whats the word, less than desirable not to mention the litany of plan's we had set in place to take care of. We didn't meet all of them but we certainly made the important ones count. Family is family and there is a very good reason we all hold onto it. Sharing is caring and caring is sharing. Also, I would like to note that eating your cake on your one year anniversary(couldn't do it back in april because it was in a freezer in a different state) is so silly, and it tastes less than it did a year ago. As the weekend progressed the clock seemed to move faster and it wasn't long before the minute and hour hand had betrayed us and sent us back to daily grind, our minds now locked into a different time zone with a slight hint of laziness and gratitude to be off our feet. And so Tuesday happened. Then Wednesday. Thursday. Friday crawled past like a snail. Suddenly, birthdays.
Saturday was my birthday.
Don't ask, as some would say, "I have already forgotten."
My brother offered up his residence to host and bought one of the most amazing cakes I have ever tasted(chocolate ice cream with brownie slices and frozen chocolate in the middle). Minutes turned to hours and we were already starting to look into the next week and Mondays birthday, for my lovely wife. It stinks when little or less can be done when your dedicating your work to get you to a place that has more but you do what you can.
Looks like this week i'm going to have to step my game up ..60, here we come!
Monday, May 16, 2016
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Chapter 1 Cont.
There's a way to do it better - find it.
As I recently wrote, there was no easy way to chase the hours, I still stand behind that statement. Since I have chances and opportunities to take it somewhere, the clock seems to spin at a bearable pace. This week, and the week prior coasted me to my destination rather smoothly but I know all too well that getting comfortable and complacent is just another way to get caught. Working near me is a "country cousin" with a great outlook on life and an awesome laugh. He left me with this quote one day when he noticed me dragging my boots, desperately looking for the end of the day.
(Insert thick southern accent into this pause in your reading)
"Sometimes, you just have too much shoot, and not enough DANG! SHOOT DANG!"
(Relieve yourself from the thick southern accent)
I couldn't help myself, I doubled over in laughter. But he was right. Sometimes we have a little too much shoot, not enough dang. There will be days we don't have shoot, and i'll be darned, too much dang.
My anniversary was on Monday. A crazy thought ran through my brain. "What do I do." In all fairness, this is the first one. Flowers? Dinner? Lavish weekend outside the confines of our predicament? I really didn't know, so I awoke around 5:45 a.m. and made my way to the kitchen. Bacon. Toast. Eggs. Diced banana. Cup of orange juice. All placed on a wood tray meant for what I was about to do, and presented her with breakfast in bed. We are not made of money, nor have we found the wonderful tree that bears such fruit and we were both elated to take an hour of our day to chatter lightly over a wonderful meal neither one of us is totally accustomed to having due to our crazy busy schedules.
Sometimes its the little things that makes our hearts grow stronger.
And so work continued.
Work has been incredibly slow as far as our industry is concerned and the more I turn my head in worry, the more I am proven wrong. I chose a company in which to switch careers. Not just a job, a career. And succeeded apparently, at an extraordinary level. Knowing my wife and I are safe and secure is by far one of the more elating things I could possibly think of. One day we will be able to share that with the feeling of being around more family and loved ones. Until then and after then I will continue to blog, blog, blog, and ....
You guessed it, blog.
Chasing 60 was never truly a life goal for me but it suits what is necessary in the moment. As each hour passes by my hopes and dreams are uplifted as I know, one less day in such a predicament. The pace can't always be planned, not even predicted but there is one thing I can control. Head held high, I will be the best big "bwruda" my siblings could hope for, the wonderful son and the loving husband. One day, amazing father.
Until then, lets chase 60.
As I recently wrote, there was no easy way to chase the hours, I still stand behind that statement. Since I have chances and opportunities to take it somewhere, the clock seems to spin at a bearable pace. This week, and the week prior coasted me to my destination rather smoothly but I know all too well that getting comfortable and complacent is just another way to get caught. Working near me is a "country cousin" with a great outlook on life and an awesome laugh. He left me with this quote one day when he noticed me dragging my boots, desperately looking for the end of the day.
(Insert thick southern accent into this pause in your reading)
"Sometimes, you just have too much shoot, and not enough DANG! SHOOT DANG!"
(Relieve yourself from the thick southern accent)
I couldn't help myself, I doubled over in laughter. But he was right. Sometimes we have a little too much shoot, not enough dang. There will be days we don't have shoot, and i'll be darned, too much dang.
My anniversary was on Monday. A crazy thought ran through my brain. "What do I do." In all fairness, this is the first one. Flowers? Dinner? Lavish weekend outside the confines of our predicament? I really didn't know, so I awoke around 5:45 a.m. and made my way to the kitchen. Bacon. Toast. Eggs. Diced banana. Cup of orange juice. All placed on a wood tray meant for what I was about to do, and presented her with breakfast in bed. We are not made of money, nor have we found the wonderful tree that bears such fruit and we were both elated to take an hour of our day to chatter lightly over a wonderful meal neither one of us is totally accustomed to having due to our crazy busy schedules.
Sometimes its the little things that makes our hearts grow stronger.
And so work continued.
Work has been incredibly slow as far as our industry is concerned and the more I turn my head in worry, the more I am proven wrong. I chose a company in which to switch careers. Not just a job, a career. And succeeded apparently, at an extraordinary level. Knowing my wife and I are safe and secure is by far one of the more elating things I could possibly think of. One day we will be able to share that with the feeling of being around more family and loved ones. Until then and after then I will continue to blog, blog, blog, and ....
You guessed it, blog.
Chasing 60 was never truly a life goal for me but it suits what is necessary in the moment. As each hour passes by my hopes and dreams are uplifted as I know, one less day in such a predicament. The pace can't always be planned, not even predicted but there is one thing I can control. Head held high, I will be the best big "bwruda" my siblings could hope for, the wonderful son and the loving husband. One day, amazing father.
Until then, lets chase 60.
Monday, April 11, 2016
Chapter One
The secret of getting ahead is getting started.
I look back to a year ago, stuck in a job that had since promised promotion after promotion, married a lovely woman who makes me a better man and the desire to achieve something more. Three months later I took a leap of faith. And succeeded.
I take you ahead to the "now". I sit on my computer letting my fingers wander over the keyboard, deciphering my thoughts onto a media center that can be viewed by many(or all) and I can hear the wind blow, wondering just where life has taken me as a small paw juts under the door followed by an audible whine. I have a 6 month old puppy that warrants more than attention. I'm chasing 60 hours of work a week. Trying to find time for the little things with the woman I love. Where is the balance point? Where is the tipping point? All of this a year ago would have made my head spin. Forever ago I had never spent long periods of time away from most of my family and here I am. Curiously glancing around at my surroundings wondering how it came to pass. At first I thought, "You know! I will work 15 hours on Monday and 15 Tuesday! 10 hours a day on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday and take every weekend off" ..haha! Yeah. Right.
The dog needs a bath. More pee pads. Food. Hasn't been outside in three days and is about to loose her mind.
The wife dropped me off at work at 730 a.m. She won't see me until 1130 p.m. because its Monday. She cooked dinner at 6, cleaned the living room, made the bed and curled up on the couch waiting for my phone call.
So I stopped planning.
I started rolling with the punches.
And so it begins, my readers, this is my fighting chance to chase 60.
Some may ask and ponder, so allow me to elaborate. This doesn't mean I will always achieve this goal, but in life there are debts and there are bills. My goal is to find a way to bring my lovely wife and I, to ground zero. Perhaps live one day, on gravity fed water in a cute little cabin with little or no worry of the future, our little ones running around in the grass laughing, crying, sad or mad, being the father and mother they come running to. One day. But not quite yet.
This is, by all intensive purposes, "Chasing 60".
I look back to a year ago, stuck in a job that had since promised promotion after promotion, married a lovely woman who makes me a better man and the desire to achieve something more. Three months later I took a leap of faith. And succeeded.
I take you ahead to the "now". I sit on my computer letting my fingers wander over the keyboard, deciphering my thoughts onto a media center that can be viewed by many(or all) and I can hear the wind blow, wondering just where life has taken me as a small paw juts under the door followed by an audible whine. I have a 6 month old puppy that warrants more than attention. I'm chasing 60 hours of work a week. Trying to find time for the little things with the woman I love. Where is the balance point? Where is the tipping point? All of this a year ago would have made my head spin. Forever ago I had never spent long periods of time away from most of my family and here I am. Curiously glancing around at my surroundings wondering how it came to pass. At first I thought, "You know! I will work 15 hours on Monday and 15 Tuesday! 10 hours a day on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday and take every weekend off" ..haha! Yeah. Right.
The dog needs a bath. More pee pads. Food. Hasn't been outside in three days and is about to loose her mind.
The wife dropped me off at work at 730 a.m. She won't see me until 1130 p.m. because its Monday. She cooked dinner at 6, cleaned the living room, made the bed and curled up on the couch waiting for my phone call.
So I stopped planning.
I started rolling with the punches.
And so it begins, my readers, this is my fighting chance to chase 60.
Some may ask and ponder, so allow me to elaborate. This doesn't mean I will always achieve this goal, but in life there are debts and there are bills. My goal is to find a way to bring my lovely wife and I, to ground zero. Perhaps live one day, on gravity fed water in a cute little cabin with little or no worry of the future, our little ones running around in the grass laughing, crying, sad or mad, being the father and mother they come running to. One day. But not quite yet.
This is, by all intensive purposes, "Chasing 60".
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