The Way it Happens.

Life is the way the world happens to us.

There are little markers along the way. Sometimes those markers aren’t what we want them to be.

There are those who it be the marker to be success in business. And then there are those who say they want the marker to be a family. But none of it is in our control.

We like to think that we control the world, but that’s not the truth. The truth is we’re floating around on a big blue and green mudball and we have no control.

Sure, we can choose to go to college, date a certain person, but whose to say those things weren’t supposed to happen.

That’s the funny thing about life, fate, choice and who we live our lives.

Sure, we can say we make choices but are they preordained?

This is a puzzle we’ve been trying to work over since the beginning.

Are we in control of our lives or is there something else dealing the cards?

No one wants to think they’re not in control of their lives, but I don’t think we are.

Whatever controls us, a God, Fate or something else, they have a plan for where we’re supposed to go, when we’re supposed to go there.

I have to believe that.

We may work towards the way we want our life to be, but we don’t know it’s supposed to be that way. It’s only in our belief that it occurs.

We have to believe so strongly that our belief becomes our life.

 

Becoming…

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There are days when life strikes, and writing becomes secondary.

When these moments happen, I close my eyes and take care of it.

A few years ago, I wasn’t as bold. When confronted by adversity, I would hide away.

I wouldn’t discuss what was going on with me. I didn’t want the world to know I couldn’t handle life.

As a male, this is what we’re taught.

I was never told not to cry by my parents, but when something went wrong, I would have to “grow up.”

The majority of this came from my father.

He’d use words he thought were motivating when in fact they were emasculating. As a teenager, I had poor self-esteem because of the things he said.

I didn’t understand that a father behaving that way wasn’t normal. Until I had my own son and realized the harm words like, skinny, wimp, and many others were.

A few years ago, I was stuck. I hated who I was. I hated how I treated my wife, kids, and myself.

I woke up one day and realized the horrible person I was to my wife and decided to change.

I knew it would be difficult, but I had to do it.

I couldn’t turn into my father.

I didn’t want my kids to look at me the way I looked at my father.

I grew up in fear of him.

Now, nearly twenty years after we went our separate ways. I’m a better man and a better husband and father for not having him in our lives.

At the beginning of my choice to change, I had to think through every interaction with people.

I had to consciously acknowledge my failings.

Becoming aware of who you are, how you’ve reacted to situations and people, makes you hate yourself.

It also is an eye-opening experience that shatters all the notions of self.

You realize you’re not a wonderful person. You think about all the times you screwed up and blamed others.

The offender stares at you every morning when you look in the mirror. Even today, I see him.

I know that person is still there. It will always be there and I’ll always fight it.

Change is difficult.

Understanding who you are and what needs to change makes all the difference.

The sudden realization that you’re not the good person you show the rest of the world changes you.

Today, I’m a better person than I was a few years ago because I decided to change who I am.

Its been a difficult road, but every day I look in the mirror I feel more confident in who I’ve become.

Finding Patience

In a world that hammers us constantly, we must find the patience to exist for ourselves.

There is a patience in the way to react to a world that may toss us to the wolves.

Patience in life, in work, in our creative endeavors is a daily struggle.

We fight with our mind, our loved ones, and with the art we create.

Our art finds us lost at times.

It finds us torn between who we want to be, what others believe us to be and finding the time to enjoy who we truly are.

The struggle to compare who we are to what others believe is a lost battle.

We must be who believe ourselves to be. It is only in those moments that we can truly exist within our happiness.

Patience leads the way to this happiness.

Whether in how we construct a story or how we design a project, patience is the key to finding our way.

When patience is at the forefront of our mind, we put more effort into understanding ourselves and those who support us.

Instead of blowing through a project, we’re more focused and aware of what is happening.

We take time to put life in an order that no longer feels forced.

The words come better when patience is applied.

Life happens better when patience is applied.

Looking at Failure Differently

The doubt bugs crawl in, infest themselves in your mind, control your thoughts and you suspend everything you’re doing because you failed at something.

Here’s the truth, failure happens.

Failure is required for improvement.

Without the punishment we feel from failure, we’re not able to step up and grind out our goals.

Failure hurts.

It makes us want to quit.

It will want to stop working towards your goals.

The pain from failure should remind you you’re human. Take it as learning and move forward.

Every time we fail its fate telling us we’re not there yet. It’s not telling us to stop.

If you stop, you’ll look in the mirror one morning, stare at the wrinkles, wonder where time went and wish you would have stayed on the path.

Go forward and keep working on your goals.

Keep pushing forward.

Frustration, Fate, ​and Writing.

Okay, hear me out.

This is not a post about how sad I am about being unpublished, it’s more about the frustration of working the day job while worrying I could be writing, querying, editing, but because the day job pays the bills.

I’m aware of the one in a million chance of being the author who gets a contract that changes their lives.

The moments of wonder when I’m at my day job are not small.

I think about these things a lot more than I probably should as an unpublished writer.

Though, I’m certain there are others who think these things as well.

This past week is a perfect example.

I worked the day job, four days last week, which is more than I usually work, but it’s the time of year that allows it.

January through March is quiet as an event bartender. Its the nature of the gig.

Don’t get me wrong, I love bartending. I love the interaction with guests. I enjoy making cocktails and do it often for my wife.

There are moments I’ll have an interaction with a guest. I roll my eyes and think about the story I’m writing and what I have to do when I get home or the following morning.

After that moment has passed I look around and wonder, ‘Is that all I’m supposed to be doing with my life?’ I know it’s not. I’ve known that since I was a kid. Those thoughts persist, especially now that I’ve begun to query agents with finished novels.

I try to put them farther back. I find I work harder when they’re at the forefront of my thoughts.

The more focused I am on getting published the more I think about the possibilities for publication.

Each of us is meant for a certain path, I completely believe that. I didn’t use to.

Something happened that made me believe it. Fate has a path for each us that we’re destined to take.

We have choices to make, we’ll feel them when they arrive.

Those choices are tough.

Keep going no matter what games your mind plays you.