Cheating/ Mission complete

This is just a small blog to say… Horray!  I met the goal.  NaBloPoMo for the month of August.  And man what a ride it was.

I don’t think that I could have picked a better month to do it either.  The move to LA has been a rollarcoaster of adventure, heartache, passion, debauchery, and of course… lots and lots of business.

Who knew so much could be jam packed into 1 months time?  It really makes you take a step back and think.

I am making more commitments to myself on a daily basis.  Yes, that’s me trying out that other c word.  It’s a biggun.

I am finding that I am becoming more and more dedicated and focused as time goes by.  I am learning where exactly it is where I want to be, where my heart is, where I am headed, what I will or will not put up with.. etcetera etcetera blah blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda.

Love.

“Hate.”

I never really hate anything.  I honestly believe that that word should be abolished.

On that tangent, I also believe that the word love is overused too.

The things and people that I can say I genuinely love, I can count on one hand.  The fact that it’s more than 1 finger leads me to believe I am incredibly blessed, in as blessed as a non religious person can be.

Life is an adventure.  I am learning so much everyday.  I want to learn more.  I crave it.  It will happen.

NaBloPoMo was more than just a month of consistent blogging to me.  It was a dedication and personal commitment to myself.  I was successful. I am successful.  I have the potential to be even more successful in all areas of my life if I only work hard for it.

Is it bad to be your own number 1 fan?  Hell someone has to be right?  Scratch that.  I’m my number -4 fan.  For some reason I’m blessed by 3 beautiful children who rank higher than I could ever imagine…

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A lil tony robbins action- pt 1

I was being nostalgic in the wee hours of the morn when I ran across a statement that hit a little too close to home.

You can never take a man away from his one true love.

Too many degrees.  It stings everywhere.

From the narcassist-   When I first entered my marriage, my fiance knew that I had a passion for photography.  As you can tell from the updated stream, it is a part of me.  That part was put on hold however.  When the marriage dissapated, my photography came back and flourished.  I felt a renewed sense of being.  It is my one true love.

To the dater- Foreshadowing, a woman came into view that spoke words of warning.  “She is his one true love.”  I use the term “she” in loose terminology.  Work, lovers, etcetera… the devil lies in the details.  A short time later, sure enough… that was over.  Or, another leaf turned?  I still don’t know for sure.

To friendships- She loved the theatre.  It’s no surprise that she fell in love with New York.  That was probably a given actually.

All commonalities.  All “you should have knowns.”  So why does it still sting?

Because reality reared its ugly face.  La la la life goes on.

There is an aura abound.  We chase these firecracker moments… we oooh and ah at the sparkle and shimmer.  We don’t want to think about the end of the stick.  All we want… is to be forever entransed in that moment.  For the passion and love of it all.

Humans aspire to be something more.  We want fame.  We want this glory.  We want people to notice us.  But so few really show what it is that they love.  The man that does, is either shun or idolized.  Usually one rather than the other, but some fortunates get both.

A friend of mine once said:

I’m a person and not a possession.  The only things that own me are my passions.-Molly Kurtz

Another business friend told me something equally as powerful.  He said, in such simplicity:

Whatever you are, just be proud of it. -Scott Hartsman

There are a few true loves.  But when I look back at my life, at the constants, it’s kind of surprising personally.  What are your constants?  How have they effected the person that you are today?  Personally.  Professionally.  Artistically. Intellectually.  Spiritually.

Even with silly things, you will most likely see a common bond.  I believe that’s where the heart of change is.  It’s self realization.  Find your heart and go with it.  Weather it be work, family, or play.. live a life of passion.  Be passionate about something.  Be passionate about someone.  Its a highly underrated way of life that so many people seem to lose sight of.

Why do you think so many of us starving artists are so happy despite it all?  Because if all we have is that something, it’s still enough yet not enough at the same time.