[ personal note: i haven’t done much writing since moving to chicago, which is somewhat surprising to me. the lack of writing is not due to any lack of inspiration, i’ve just been missing the key ingredient that mixes all my muses together in a cohesive unit. so i decided to just bust out a bunch of my random thoughts i’ve been grinding on the past few months. enjoy.]
being in a city as fierce and bold and busy and loud as chicago has taught me to slow down, relax and be stronger.
moving away is hard. and awesome. and painful. and rewarding. and empowering. whenever you dream about doing something and then do it, it makes you feel like anything is possible. the idea that dreams come true is somewhat true, but you have to work towards it, make it happen. and you need at least one person in your corner who also believes anything is possible.
i hate bad grammar. except when i’m writing my own stuff. then i just create my own grammar and label it creativity.
you can be whoever and whatever you want to be, but if you aren’t making this a conscious decision, whoever and whatever you surround yourself with will take that decision from you.
i have so many friends and family who are pursuing passions. it inspires me to pursue mine. thank you for helping mold me into who i am supposed to be. keep grinding.
chicago is building me into the best version of myself. as much as i love where i came from, i know that where i am now is where i’m supposed to be.
i find myself wondering where the years are going. it makes me want to embrace everything about today. today creates our history.
when i was a kid, my mom told me not to rush growing up, to enjoy life’s stages. i see people today who are going as fast as they can to get places they don’t really want to be. i’d rather take my time getting where i want to be. the journey can be just as amazing as the destination.
few things are as satisfying to me as completing a writing assignment. few things are as frustrating as writers block.
in the past i’ve gotten frustrated when i was told no. obviously. who likes being told no? the older i get though, the more i realize that stop signs are for our protection and not discouragement.
when i get further and further away from good music, the less and less creative my
writing life becomes. it’s amazing how much music triggers thought and action.
it’s true. my wife is the better part of me. when she is away for work, my life is only half as good as it could be. i love this life we have together. i’m more excited than words can display about what we are building in this city and what the future holds for us together. she is not simply my wife and best friend, she truly is my co-pilot, my rock, my inspiration. this adventure of being in a new city has shown me that our home is where our hearts are. i’ve witnessed how strong she really is and how hard she works to be the woman God made her to be. there is no one i admire more. sometimes she puts on a brave face, but mostly she has a tenacious sense about her. nothing is outside her reach. we climb mountains together.
i think that about sums it up.