Last night, I watched The Dream Team documentary, along with just about anyone else who had access to NBATV and is a lover of basketball. Something stuck out to me while watching: the ages of some of these guys.
Michael Jordan and Charles Barkley were 29 years old. 29! These guys were going around the world, doing what they loved, and representing their country. When they were doing it, I was only ten years old and happy to see my heroes playing.
Now that I am 29, it is humbling to see what can be done at that age with hard work, dedication, luck and more. When I say those things, especially the first two, it's more than anything that can be imagined. Oh, and you have to be incredibly talented, too.
Anyway, the documentary did something that I did not intend prior to watching. It's motivated me. It inspired me. I thought about it all night, right now, and will use this as fuel to accomplish any and every goal I have from now on.
There's no telling how much time God allows us to have on this Earth, and even though I've been satisfied with how my life has gone so far, last night showed me I have a long way to go...
6/14/12 @ 8:38 A.M.
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Monday, May 07, 2012
Learning.
I'm pretty sure I've written a post about learning before, but it's that important to me. I'm extremely passionate about learning; it can be formal and informal. I'll learn from a person, experience, a book, a picture, whatever instrument is available and there's something to gain from it, I'm open to it.
When I come across people who are passionate about what they enjoy, it's another type of high; it takes away from the bluster of the everyday bullshit we go through and, for a moment (or two, or three, if you're fortunate), all that stuff ceases to exist.
When people talk about what they dig, their body language changes, the tone in their voice picks up, the conversations extend. There's a lot to be taken from that. When someone is passionate about something, they'll know if you're sincere in being appreciative in what they're sharing. It's not about listening so you can become passionate about it, too; it's moreso about connecting even more, learning about others, what makes them tick, another source that brings them intrigue, life, joy, peace, and all those other pleasant-sounding words.
Right now, I'm learning a lot. For that, I'm beyond thankful.
5/7/12 @ 9:11 P.M.
When I come across people who are passionate about what they enjoy, it's another type of high; it takes away from the bluster of the everyday bullshit we go through and, for a moment (or two, or three, if you're fortunate), all that stuff ceases to exist.
When people talk about what they dig, their body language changes, the tone in their voice picks up, the conversations extend. There's a lot to be taken from that. When someone is passionate about something, they'll know if you're sincere in being appreciative in what they're sharing. It's not about listening so you can become passionate about it, too; it's moreso about connecting even more, learning about others, what makes them tick, another source that brings them intrigue, life, joy, peace, and all those other pleasant-sounding words.
Right now, I'm learning a lot. For that, I'm beyond thankful.
5/7/12 @ 9:11 P.M.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Two Words
It ended with a "good night"...two simple words to cap off an evening full of peace, fun, and a pleasant escape. To say you thought it would end this way would be optimistic, at best, especially since company with this person had never been shared before..but after those two words, you couldn't wait for the next day to come, so you could do it some more.
Laughs, stories, quick anecdotes and the required silence to process each other's thoughts were all in the midst; if any nerves were present in the beginning, they were gone right away. The hands on the clock flew by so fast, which is what tends to happen when good times are being had; motives went out the window, which left neither party suspicious or mad.
After a while, you feel like you've heard it all and, in a way, this particular story has the usual parts, but it still has its own identity, its own feel, its own ingredients that make it singular and stand alone...and even though the words were said to end the night earlier and plans were made to do it again, you still want to pick up the cell and dial their number on your phone.
For now, those two words will do, along with the acts that preceded them, all of which were first-rate...and to think, the fun has only begun, because we have yet to go on our first ever date.
4/29/12 @ 10:54 A.M.
Laughs, stories, quick anecdotes and the required silence to process each other's thoughts were all in the midst; if any nerves were present in the beginning, they were gone right away. The hands on the clock flew by so fast, which is what tends to happen when good times are being had; motives went out the window, which left neither party suspicious or mad.
After a while, you feel like you've heard it all and, in a way, this particular story has the usual parts, but it still has its own identity, its own feel, its own ingredients that make it singular and stand alone...and even though the words were said to end the night earlier and plans were made to do it again, you still want to pick up the cell and dial their number on your phone.
For now, those two words will do, along with the acts that preceded them, all of which were first-rate...and to think, the fun has only begun, because we have yet to go on our first ever date.
4/29/12 @ 10:54 A.M.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Observation
1. an act or instance of noticing or perceiving.
2. an act or instance of regarding attentively or watching.
The ability to observe or, when it comes to people, people-watch, is something that can be very valuable, when done properly. Now, people-watching is not to be confused with stalking, being a bug-a-boo, being worsesome, or anything like that. There's nothing tasteful about stalking someone or being stalked. There's nothing pleasant about being a bug-a-boo and there (arguably) isn't more of an indicator of a lack of self-respect than being worsesome.
When you have the ability to people-watch, you can see what someone likes, doesn't like, take your time, chill in the distance and then make your move. Sometimes, it works out, sometimes it doesn't, and it takes an amount of patience that you may not want to exhibit.
Hell, that's one of the basis of people-watching; you watch. You don't participate, you don't join the party. You just observe and when the opportunity presents itself...it's on.
4/24/12 9:19 P.M.
2. an act or instance of regarding attentively or watching.
The ability to observe or, when it comes to people, people-watch, is something that can be very valuable, when done properly. Now, people-watching is not to be confused with stalking, being a bug-a-boo, being worsesome, or anything like that. There's nothing tasteful about stalking someone or being stalked. There's nothing pleasant about being a bug-a-boo and there (arguably) isn't more of an indicator of a lack of self-respect than being worsesome.
When you have the ability to people-watch, you can see what someone likes, doesn't like, take your time, chill in the distance and then make your move. Sometimes, it works out, sometimes it doesn't, and it takes an amount of patience that you may not want to exhibit.
Hell, that's one of the basis of people-watching; you watch. You don't participate, you don't join the party. You just observe and when the opportunity presents itself...it's on.
4/24/12 9:19 P.M.
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
5:17 A.M.
While I was driving to work this morning, a collage of pictures, words and thoughts seem to pour out of my head. Since I wasn't listening to the radio, I was reciting them all out, and it was in an effort to remember them, so I could jot them down and write a poem.
I haven't written poetry in months, and this one was about as vivid as one I've had in a while. It just sucks that I can barely recall any of it now.
At least there's a memory of who it was about, so it's sure to come back; hopefully, I'll be in position to write about it all this time.
4/4/12 @ 9:26 A.M.
I haven't written poetry in months, and this one was about as vivid as one I've had in a while. It just sucks that I can barely recall any of it now.
At least there's a memory of who it was about, so it's sure to come back; hopefully, I'll be in position to write about it all this time.
4/4/12 @ 9:26 A.M.
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Insanity, New Reading Material and the Barbershop
Three more days.
Three more days until I'm done with Insanity. As much as I love the workout, I'm ready for it to be over with. Getting in the gym as early as 5:30 in the morning, six days a week, has been a grind. You would think I've been doing this so I can get healthy, or because I have some big redemption story or something like that, right? No. I've done it, so my abs will come out. That's literally the only reason why.
After reading Dr. Steve Perry's book, Push Has Come To Shove, (a damn good one, by the way), I have nothing to read right now...which sucks, because an idle mind is a devil's playground, or whatever the saying is.
Anyway, I ordered a book written by Mark Titus and one by Josh Luchs, and when they arrive, they'll serve as a healthy distraction from the usual day-to-day mumbo-jumbo.
Oh...with the end of Insanity comes....a return to the barbershop! I vowed not to get a haircut or shave until I finished this crap, and come Friday, it'll be a wrap and I'll be in the chair, gettin' faded up. Don't get it twisted; I've still been walking with my head held high and with the utmost amount of dignity a man can possess, but there's nothing like a fresh cut to make a man feel like a real man.
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