Every girl has a story to tell. So, what’s your story?

I find that what people write or say galvanizes my brain into hyper active overdrive. There is one person that I can say that growing up might have been beneficial to me, the lessons I have learned over the years, to his speaking of the mind. When looking back, I can see both points of view.

I am what you would consider unique; a large fish in a small pond. On one hand you have those that always look at the glass being half empty, while others see it as half full. But have you ever stepped back, and ask yourself, “I think I need a bigger glass”. Well of course you do if you love the taste of beer or wine. Seriously, I believe that no matter how large the glass, I am constantly seeking out a much larger one, never truly satisfied with life’s accomplishments, always feeling there is something missing, perhaps the passion to want more.

A friend once said I want to represent where I have come from. Some people wear the Boston Redsox hat with pride, others their colors of homeland nationality, but he had a different and more elaborate case in mind. If you cross paths with him, you’ll know…

Have you ever seen that Verizon commercial, where all they ever talk about, is “that’s what I want?” I want to meet a girl that is willing to meet up for lunch or a cup of coffee and talk about herself; her likes, her dislikes, even some of her favorite experiences. But then again wouldn’t that be a one sided conversation. Life is not a script but more so an improvisational dialogue and a series of events between many members of society; physical attraction is another story, yet a development over time.

I could go on and talk about the girl that seeks out Mr. Romantic, and the same girl who seeks Mr. Rebellious, but at the end of the day, it’s all about confidence. In fact I could even go on and list the many things that I can and can not stand in life, but again the greater the risk, the greater the reward and true love takes time.

Then comes the day where you finally find that glass, where everything you have been working your entire life for comes together like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. The glass is poured, and the liquor has aged remarkably. Tilt your head back, lift up your glass and let gravity take its course. Enjoy it.

One light

Life is short…

“As it was in the beginning, is now and will be forever…Amen”

A friend lost to murder
A friend lost visiting a friend
A friend lost to cancer
A friend lost to a medical illness
A friend lost due to an infectious disease
A friend lost…

Moment of silence. Let us pray!

There is a time and there is a place, and an epiphany that predicts your fate; a dream, déjà vu, a sign in your passing. In either case, what you do now, can and may affect you in your later years.

Slipping off the side of a cliff, you lose your footing, and are hanging onto the edge with one hand, while the other dangling beside. The slightest shift in weight could cause you to fall freely thousands of feet. There is nothing to soften your fall, purely rock and stone beneath. You are afraid to breath.

A stranger notices you and decides to give a helping hand, but the only way to save yourself is to completely let go, do you trust them?

Get your head in the game.
Live It! Eat It! Want It!
No distractions!
Waste of time if there is no passion!

Do you want it?
One chance, one opportunity
Succeed or go home!
No second chances! Time is now!

Do you want it?
You hesitate, there’s doubt!
Leave nothing on the table! K.I.S.S
No regrets and don’t look back, eyes on the prize!

Are you ready!
Pause and you lose!
Flinch, weakness is exposed!
Show no mercy!

I’ll ask you again…Are you ready!
It’s not going to come to you
Go after it, seize it; own it!
Time is ticking

Control the Tempo
Let me give you an example
Anything I haven’t touched upon
Growth/Opportunity

Run out the clock

Live like there is no tomorrow
Comfortable in the Pocket
Failure is not an option

DO YOU WANT IT!

Great Advice

Growing up, I was raised in the middle, with an older and younger sister. Many have wondered, how I survived. When I look back at all those years, the countless times of battling with my younger sister, from the first hair being pulled to ending the fight either by exhaustion or parents order, shake hands and make up, there is a message. It was all part growing up, and it was expected that siblings would fight. Even today, tension is expected in any relationship. However, there is a major difference between fighting, confrontation, and debate.

Fighting is often physical.
Confrontation can be physical, typically more verbally in positioning a person in a corner
Debate is simply a discussion between two different points of view

It wasn't until a few years ago, that when living with one another, we laughed and even were reminded of how easy it was to get in a fight. A fight was started for a ridiculous purpose. My sister made dinner, I got up from the table and went to my room. I kissed a friend of hers. Although it never got physical, there was that confrontation.

A great friend reminded me that when you really know someone, you know exactly what buttons to push. Sometimes, they are pushed as a defensive mechanism, you feel threatened and you react. Other times you simply forget, and by that time its too late. The best solution is say sorry and move on. The problem is that once it is said, it can't be undone. (Somewhere in this blog is a reference to nails and a hammer). You can always remove a nail, but the damage to the wood will always be there.