The End of The Beginning
So I've had a lot that's been going on with me lately. Over the past few months I've had a stellar run at work. I've been kicking a lotta ass and taking multiple names. I moved out of my parents basement into apartment with my roommate who is also my real estate partner. I've gotten back into real estate investing hard core.
The decision to do this wasn't really a decision at all. It was more akin to answering a call. One of the things I love and appreciate about The Big Homie the most is that he refuses to let me give up on my dreams. At the age of 23, I wrote down that on my February 7th, 2009, the day of my 30th birthday, I would take full ownership of my time and retire. 2 years ago around this time that was the farthest thing from my mind. 2 years ago this time I was contemplating was life worth living. In retrospect, this was extreme but I have a much different perspective on life now then I did then. Back then I just wanted to quit. It seemed as if the world didn't really have a place for my dream. The thought of living my life without living my dreams left me lifeless.
2 years later, I effectively see the light at the end of the tunnel. Being so caught up in my day to day affairs I was struck by an odd and humbling realization: My dream is still possible. I can't say that I've always been a model of perserverence. Truthfully, I've effectively hid my head in the sand for months at a times. It seems that whenever I was ready to quit or forget some "coincidince" (which I'm sure I just misspelled) kept me afloat and cogniscent of the dream.
And for that reason I'm extremely humbled & grateful
As an aside/tip, God loves to communicate via coinky-dinks. So you'll do well to pay attention to them.
Back to things appearing on the horizon that make me uber-grateful for life. Moving out of my parents house has opened up some fresh perspectives. Having my own space has allowed me to appreciate so many things that I once took for granted. Solitude, smoking in peace, coming & going w/out worrying about anyone worrying, being able to entertain company, playing my music as loud as I want etc... ad infinitum. When you are in someone else's space, you have to repress yourself in certain ways to peacefully coexist.
I had completely forgotten how good it is to be me.
And as I begin on the quest for complete personal autonomy. I can't wait to see what other wonderful thing I've forgotten about me.
The decision to do this wasn't really a decision at all. It was more akin to answering a call. One of the things I love and appreciate about The Big Homie the most is that he refuses to let me give up on my dreams. At the age of 23, I wrote down that on my February 7th, 2009, the day of my 30th birthday, I would take full ownership of my time and retire. 2 years ago around this time that was the farthest thing from my mind. 2 years ago this time I was contemplating was life worth living. In retrospect, this was extreme but I have a much different perspective on life now then I did then. Back then I just wanted to quit. It seemed as if the world didn't really have a place for my dream. The thought of living my life without living my dreams left me lifeless.
2 years later, I effectively see the light at the end of the tunnel. Being so caught up in my day to day affairs I was struck by an odd and humbling realization: My dream is still possible. I can't say that I've always been a model of perserverence. Truthfully, I've effectively hid my head in the sand for months at a times. It seems that whenever I was ready to quit or forget some "coincidince" (which I'm sure I just misspelled) kept me afloat and cogniscent of the dream.
And for that reason I'm extremely humbled & grateful
As an aside/tip, God loves to communicate via coinky-dinks. So you'll do well to pay attention to them.
Back to things appearing on the horizon that make me uber-grateful for life. Moving out of my parents house has opened up some fresh perspectives. Having my own space has allowed me to appreciate so many things that I once took for granted. Solitude, smoking in peace, coming & going w/out worrying about anyone worrying, being able to entertain company, playing my music as loud as I want etc... ad infinitum. When you are in someone else's space, you have to repress yourself in certain ways to peacefully coexist.
I had completely forgotten how good it is to be me.
And as I begin on the quest for complete personal autonomy. I can't wait to see what other wonderful thing I've forgotten about me.
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