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One hundred thousand miles

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One hundred thousand miles.

 

It seems like such a large number, and it definitely is. That’s how many miles I’ve driven in my Toyota Camry.

 

Lets break that down really quick…

 

It’s taken me almost 6 years to reach that number, and it got here way before I ever intended it to.  At an average travel speed of 60mph (which isn’t really how fast I went the entire time… sometimes slower, and sometimes a lot faster… “allegedly”) that figures out to being 1,666.66 hours spent in my car.  Which means that I have literally spent 2 out of the last 72 months in transit……… wow, kind of crazy when you really put it in terms like that.

 

 

I find it only appropriate that my 100,000-mile mark is being crossed while on a road-trip.  I was on my way to Colorado, and I had realized about midway through Kansas that I was going to hit it… I instantly panicked for a second…. “HOLY SMOKES! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR LIFE THAT WARRANTS 100,000 MILES” and I really began to think…. what had I done with my life for the last 100,000 miles?

 

Ladies and gentlemen, I kid you not; I sat there driving my car in complete silence for probably hundred miles thinking.  Here’s what I came up with:

 

I’ve grown to be six years older with that car.  It has seen me through some amazing “ups” and has been a place of solace through my fair share of “downs.”

 

In the last 100,000 miles of my life journey… I’ve seen life, amazing, and wonderfully unique life being brought into this world… My little brother B.  So inquisitive, and quick-witted, but his life journey began within my journey… crazy.

 

In the last 100,000 miles I call my life…. I’ve seen death: unstoppable, a thief in his own… it has robbed several loved ones of their time on Earth.  My car has helped me grieve, provide a place of comfort, and a place where i’ve cried at least a hundred times…

 

I’ve seen triumph, in my continuing the journey of higher education.  Making the honor roll, which I kid you not, had not happened since I was in the third grade.

 

I found joy in writing. I never thought I would, because as a child/teen/young adult, for the most part I didn’t enjoy it. It could be because it was “required” haha. Now I have a blog, and I love the chance to write about just about anything.

 

I’ve had some amazing vocal performances in my car, and I am so proud to say, that I had to turn down a Grammy nom, for my stunning rendition of Miss Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally.” seriously, you should thank me for that Katy, I’d have stolen your thunder, girl……… I’ve actually lost my voice during a trip driving to visit relatives 10 hours away (word of advice: just because you CAN sing for 10 hours worth of music and driving…. doesn’t mean you should….. Oh yeah, also, if you sing in your car long enough, you do become as good as Beyoncé, Keith Urban, Adam Levine; aaaaaaaand if you do it long enough, inevitably you are going to get caught in the car somewhere… I’m almost positive I’ve ended up on the Internet somewhere in a show-stopping performance.) Some of you have been subject to the audio punishment when riding in a car with me.

In the last one hundred THOUSAND miles, I’ve learned the value and cost of friendship… I’ve ended friendships that were cancerous, and not healthy… I’ve created friendships, and built bonds with so many people, some of whom I know WILL be life-long friends.

 

I’ve interacted with thousands of people, through work, leisure, and school (which is basically another form of work… I’m just saying… it is.) I have had an opportunity to learn a little bit about them, and more importantly about myself… In the 100,000 miles I have learned that my words can build people up, and help them realize their potential, and I’ve also learned that words, once said, can never be taken back; words can destroy, and devastate someone. As a society we’ve seen the effects that words can have on a person, through the growing numbers of teen suicides.

 

What I hope I may have done accidentally in the last one-hundred-thousand miles:

Change a life– I would love to be able to say I MIGHT have been able to impact someone’s life in a positive way, but I can’t.

Change the world– I’d like to say that I’ve changed the world in the tiniest way possible by trying to be a positive person.

Inspire- There really isn’t anything I can here… I just hope I’ve inspired someone…

It was funny, when I rolled over the 100,000-mile mark; I tried soaking in the moment…

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I was in Kansas, there was NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING around. It was 1:53pm, and 59 degrees outside… The song playing on the radio was “For Good” performed the cast of GLEE, which I found to be the most fitting, because it made me think of everyone I’ve shared a moment of my life with in the last 100,000 miles. It makes me smile, because I truly do believe what the lyrics say, “Because I knew you, I have been changed. For good.”

I want to thank each and every one of you so much for sharing your life with me… Life is so unexpected and fragile; each moment should be cherished, enjoyed and appreciated. In the last 100,000 miles, I have appreciated a lot… in the next 100,000 I hope to get the chance to create even more memories.

What have you done in the last 100,000 miles of your life? You ever stopped to think?

Until next time everyone, love fiercely, smile, and keep moving forward, never backwards in this thing we call “Life!”

Here’s to the NEXT 100,000!

 

Much Love,
–L

 

a bald head, and a remark.

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Hey everyone, I hope the New Year is off to an eventful start for each and every one of you. Let me start this blog out with a little story.

 

An older man using a walking cane slowly walks up to a counter on a cold and cloudy day, and inquires about a cup of coffee, stating he was chilled, and a warm cup of coffee would do him good.  Jokingly he tells the barista, “Luckily you’ve got all the hot drinks you can want. Lucky dog.” he and the barista share a moment of laughter.  So he inquires to the barista, “What’s the going rate for a cup of coffee?” as he is reaching for his billfold.  When he realizes its not in his pocket he looks around, shocked, and a bit embarrassed; and points out of the window, to his car parked in the lot. “It’s just so cold outside, let me see if my daughter has it in her purse before I walk back out to the car.  I just can’t move as fast as I used to when I was your age” and chuckles as he looks for his daughter.  

 

When the middle-aged daughter notices her father at the counter, she rushes over and asks almost annoyed, “what are you getting into over here dad?!” to which the father replied, “well I was asking this young man for a cup of coffee, but I realized that I left my wallet in the car.  Do you happen to have the price of a cup of coffee in your purse, if not I’ll walk out to the car and get my wallet?”  The daughter, whose face was neither smiling nor glaring before, immediately turned into a frown as she slammed her purse on the counter. “Dad I just knew I should not have brought you with me today.  I should have left you at home, so I could run my errands in peace.  Instead, I have to pay for YOUR things, when I’ve got my own things I wanted to buy.  Who even says the ‘price of a cup of coffee?’ that makes no sense.” she continues to mutter as she is fishing around her purse…. 

 

 

The barista catches the eyes of the older gentleman as they look around, and then find some place on the ground to focus on.  Clearly embarrassed by his daughter who is snarling words at him, and cutting away at the dignity of a man who was just laughing and having a great day.  The barista turns and walks away to clean a counter which is already spotless, in an attempt to spare the old man any more embarrassment from the onslaught.  The old man looks over to his daughter who is tearing through her purse with eyes glaring to the depths of her belongings and quietly remarks, “ I can walk out to the car and get my wallet, I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just cold outside. I’m sorry.” She snatches out a wallet from her purse and flips out a credit card and shoves it in the direction of the barista, “Here, pay for the coffee he wants, I’ve got no cash.”  The barista realizes that this man was just looking for a beverage to warm his cold body, probably no longer even wanted the drink at this expense.  His previously cold body definitely hot with embarrassment as his cheeks were now red…”

 

 

–Have you ever been involved in an uncomfortable situation like this? From either perspective, the recipient of a verbal smack down, or the delivery person of a tongue-lashing?  Let me be the first to tell you, if you aren’t aware of it already: “Words CAN and WILL hurt.”

 

Words like “Don’t ever cut your hair again.” said to anyone, can be hurtful.  It was to me, and typically things like that just bounce off. I’ve got a fairly thick skin, after having heard just about every insult a person can probably hear.  These 6 words cut deep momentarily, then after that I was pissed, immediately followed by a feeling of dismissal and sadness for that person.  Let me give you the background story.

 

In October, I had shaved my head for a very near and dear friend of mine.  She is fighting one of life’s most dangerous battles, stage-4 ovarian cancer, all the while trying to be a supportive parent to her daughter who is also battling cancer. Cancer just sucks…… there really is no eloquent way to put it.

 

The treatments had started to thin her hair out and she was going to cut it all off, before cancer and her chemotherapy treatments robbed her of it.  I remember having a conversation with her in the early morning hours, and just being upset that she was doing this alone.  I had asked her repeatedly to allow me to shave my head with her, so she wouldn’t have to do it alone. Initially she said no, actually, she said no probably 50 times.

 

Finally she allowed me to do it with her.  I was shocked at her finally agreeing to it, and then immediately had a moment of doubt, “oh no, what did I get myself into?” ran through my head as I ran my fingers through my thick hair… After that moment, it was the last time I ever thought twice about it.  I was beyond excited to cut my hair, and to share this moment with my friend Vanessa.

 

Vanessa is a former co-worker of mine, and we had shared many many bouts of laughter, and a few tears (sometimes from laughing so hard you couldn’t breath, and so tears are forced from your eyeballs.) haha, more than just a coworker though, I consider Vanessa and her family to be an extension of my own.  I shaved my head, and the entire time thinking about the fun Halloween costumes I could do. (I wanted to paint myself gold and go as “Buddha” no religious discrimination intended; it just would have been funny.) we laughed and joked that and other things throughout the day…. I had cut my hair, and not just short but it was like 5-o-clock-shadow short. I was still happy though, because I got to share that moment with Vanessa, and hopefully made it just a tiny bit less scary and a bit funnier.  I was so content with my new look. I had never had a more fulfilling haircut in my life.

 

Right after we both shaved our heads……

 

I wore my bald head with pride, and only wore a beanie the immediate day after because it was raining, and if you’ve never shaved your head before, and had rain touch your scalp…. HOLY MOLY! IT IS REALLY FRICKIN’ COLD!!! I got the opportunity to share Vanessa’s story across the state and have people send their thoughts and prayers to my dear friend and her family.

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If you want to donate funds for her family, that would be fantastic, but not required. Here is the link to their page https://www.gofundme.com/daynastrong so you can read a bit more about it.

 

 

So bringing it back to words can hurt. They can, and will ONLY if you allow them to dictate your feelings.  While I wanted to tell that callous, materialistic person that said that to me, a number of very colorful and inappropriate phrases chose not to.  I chose not to feed in to her hatefulness, as that will only fuel the fire of hate that much more.

 

I guess the big picture and point to this blog is that we never know what someone is going through, and we all need to think carefully before we cast judgment on someone or his or her situation.  Whether it is a bald head, a homeless person, or an older man walking with a cup of coffee.  Who are we to cast judgment upon them?  We don’t know what led them to their decisions/choices.

 

We can’t always assume that the 18 year old with slicked back hair and hoodie is a “druggie” and has “some real real problems.”  We can however choose to spread light and love to everyone.  To share a smile and a simple hello to a passerby, to buy an old man a cup of coffee, or to play a game of cards with someone.  Do that and I promise, your day will be better.

 

Until next time…. love fiercely, smile, and spread light and love….

 

—L

 

 

Be a Rachel…. (it’ll make sense later)

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Hey everyone, it’s been a while. I’m sure all three of my blog readers have missed me. Joking of course, as you know, there are very few entries in this thing I call my blog.  That’s because I only write when I have inspiration, or when the desire to share something with the world presents itself.

 

I got the privilege to enjoy a conversation with a gentleman today that I’ve seen before, and have fulfilled his requests in the past.  I did my job however I had never spoken with him.  So just to put a name to a face (because I really don’t know his name… yet) we will call him Joey. Joey comes up and makes his requests for fulfillment and I start to work on them. When he goes to pay for his drinks, he starts to tell me about his experience at IHOP.  He leads into the story about his usual server we are going to call “Monica” that takes care of him, not having any space in their respective section to be the person to take care of him.  This person then goes and asks a fellow server “Rachel” (yes, I’m using ‘Friends’ characters, because it should help with your visualization) if she could occupy one of her empty tables, (now if you’re a server or have ever been in the food industry, your “section” is your territory and the primary source of your income for the shift.  You protect your territory, and on the rare occasion you give part of it away) the server said “sure” and so Joey took his seat at the table.

 

Upon ordering and completion of his meal however Joey realized that he did not have any money with him, and then asked his server Monica, to speak to Rachel.  Well Rachel arrives at the table and Joey proceeds to tell her in embarrassment his particular situation and asks her to borrow money to pay his bill. Not knowing the outcome or how Rachel would react to his request he put himself out there.  Well he said something that really hit home with me. He gave us the back story that Rachel has children, is a single mother, and this is her source of income.  Well upon his request he said that Rachel didn’t even skip a beat, take a moment of hesitation at this unusual request, but immediately reached in her apron and pulled out cash, sufficient to cover the bill as well as a small tip for her co-worker Monica.  Servers work for a very low hourly rate with the understanding that their income will be supplemented by the amount of tips earned in their shift.  Rachel without questioning Joey gave away her income to help him out, and her fellow co-worker Monica, and put herself last. I was shocked at how this story ended up.

 

It made me really think, if I were Rachel, would I have done the same?  Of course, I would like to say I would, but in that moment I might not have reacted the same.  I know a lot of people would struggle with that choice/decision as well.  There is nothing wrong with that either, but I find it interesting that Joey shared that story with me.  I finished up my conversation with Joey and he was getting ready to walk away, and told me, “You never know what someone’s story is, but you do know that you should never talk down to someone because of where they are in life.” He was right. Completely changed my mood, not that I was in a bad mood, but I was left with a little more faith in humanity from my conversation with Joey.

 

So about 10 minutes later an older man comes up carrying something in his arms. Let’s call him Ross (no, there is no relation between Monica and Ross, ha-ha) and asked several questions pertaining to the beverage he was ordering. He speaks with a very heavy accent he later explains is Colombian. I looked at what he was carrying and recognized it was a chessboard, now at this point and with my history of working with people, I’ve learned not to be assumptive and asked him if it was a chessboard. He confirmed it was, and so I told him that I knew how to play chess, not very well mind you, but I did know how to play. He smiled and said, “it is a good game, and I like the challenge.” So I asked Ross if he was meeting someone or had just finished playing a game, and he informed me that he plays 2 games by himself everyday. He stated that nobody plays with him, so he challenges himself, and it made me wonder if I secretly was meeting the muse of the Pixar short film “Geri’s game.”

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So Ross receives his order and then goes to sit down, and says to me, “One day when you aren’t busy, would you like to play a chess game with me?” I informed him that I wasn’t great, but I would be more than glad to play a game with him. He smiled and remarked as he was walking off, “I’m going to kick your butt young man.” I couldn’t’ help but smile, and look forward to actually sitting and playing a game of chess with Ross, and learning just a little bit more about him.

 

Anyways, in life we are often times put in situations where we are asked to do things we wouldn’t normally do.  Sometimes it involves physically taxing labor, other times it can be as simple as playing a game of chess with an older person, or it can be finding forgiveness in your heart for something that has happened in the past. Whatever the situation may be, we will find ourselves faced with choices, and decisions that are left to us to make. So what decision would you have made? Only you can answer that, not to me, but to yourself. I do urge you to think about each other, your peers, loved ones, brothers and sisters, and each and every other inhabitant of this great planet. Be a Rachel because the world is in dire need of more Rachel’s.

If you’d like, leave a comment, I love to read peoples thoughts, or share this with your friends.

Until next time, be well, love fiercely, spread light, and make a choice.

Always,

–L

 

My cat can fly

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Empowerment….

what is it? well in a nutshell it basically means to promote self-actualization, and broken down even further and using terms I am sure we have ALL heard at one point or another. “reaching your full potential.”I know for the most part, everyone at some point in their life has heard this from someone, whether it be a parent, an employer, or an educator.  My high school dramatic arts teacher at one time or another told me that a time or two something along the lines of, “you can do so much better, you haven’t done your best work, now try it again” these statements usually followed a minuscule effort put forth by yours truly…  I swear I heard that more in my high school career than the average person from my parents and educators, and guess what?!  They were right, and I have told both my Dramatic Arts instructor, and mentor thank you for pushing me to be the best I could be.  I am so excited anytime I hear someone I know has a child enrolled in her class, because they aren’t going to be taught only about the dramatic arts, but they are going to be empowered with valuable skills that will help them throughout the rest of their lives….
Now as an adult, I find myself in the same position, looking at others imagining and wishing they could see themselves how I see them, capable of greatness, and so much more.
 For several years I worked as a program assistant, providing educationally creative programming to young people, trying to help them reach their full potential.  When their was a task at hand, it was all work, but when it was time to play, oh yeah, it was time to play trust me, because playtime for young people, is just as important as time spent focusing on an educational task. I’ve been hit by more basketballs, gator-skin balls, and footballs than I care to count, and trust me, kids throw faster than you realize, ha!  Now at one period of time while working there, I was tasked with helping one of the many incredible youth prepare a speech to use in a competition.  This competition, if won, would provide him scholarship money to continue his education.  I made him work hard, and trust me, he knew it, and I knew it.  At one point there was a goof-up oh his end that resulted up with him voicing his opinion about me, TO ME, and not his friends.  It was comical, and I laughed immediately as the following message was a serious back-pedal, and avoidance of me.  He was done working, and it was clear he needed to play, even at 17 years old.  To make an incredibly long story shorter, he won the competition, and received the scholarship…  On numerous occasions following it, he thanked me for pushing him so hard.  My response almost every time was the same, “I knew you could do it, I knew you could do something amazing, YOU just had to realize you could do it.”
Holy smokes, I had become my parents/teachers/employers……..  Now there wasn’t some grandiose moment of realization on my part, it was more of an “ah ha” moment, and thinking “That’s what they meant.”  When you help someone become a better version of themselves, it feels good, and you know you did your part to change the world.
Now why did I go into this drawn-out explanation about my past?  Barbie, a company that makes toys for children recently released a commercial that hit a soft spot.  Here I’ll just let you see for yourself.
When children play, they can be anything they want to be.  Imaginations run wild, and they can be a superhero princess saving the world from giant trolls, a Jedi swinging his light saber, or a doctor curing the most severe case of cooties that this world has ever seen, because Lizzy touched their stuffed animal.  Allowing your child time to be creative, isn’t limiting their education, it’s expanding their ability to play, to think, and to see themselves as something greater than they have yet to achieve.
This ad campaign by Barbie isn’t so much about playtime, as it is about empowering young people to achieve greatness……
Until next time, love fiercely, smile, work hard  play, and empower others.
Much Love,
—L
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The winds of change……

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Imagine with me for just a second…

You are on the edge of a cliff at night, staring at the rolling waves below.  You can barely see them, but you know they are there.  Darkness has fallen over the water, and it has created an unknown environment.  In the distance you see a light-house, a beacon in the night, ushering you towards it.  The only problem is, you have to jump into the water, and swim in order to make it to the other side.  What is going through your mind? Is it safe to jump in?  Do you dare to take the risk? What if there is danger? What if you can’t swim hard enough, and the darkness envelopes you?  What if you get too far, and realize you are too scared and the only thing you want to do, is go back to what’s known and safe; but the only catch is that you’ve jumped off the cliff, and there is no way to get back to it.

That, in a nutshell is what I am going through.  If you know me at all, you know what I probably do as a “Job.” I get paid to change the world just the tiniest bit every day.  I work with young humans, and try to guide them in a positive direction using my words, actions, and sometimes non-verbal communications.  Am I perfect? oh heck no, I make mistakes on a daily basis.  I sometimes say the wrong thing, or make a remark that dampens their mood, but all that being said.  I would like to say, that I’ve created a bond and connection with each and every youth that I’ve come in contact with at work.  There are some that I’ve known since I first started in 2008, and some that I just met within the last few weeks.  Each of them holds something special to me, and I love each of them dearly.  Some are easier than others and some, well, lets just be real for a second here guys, EVERYONE that is reading this; at some point in your life, has watched “The Simpsons.” Well you know how sometimes Bart is acting completely crazy, and out of control and Homer ends up wringing his neck.  Yeah well, I don’t do that, because that’s child abuse, but I’ve felt like Homer a time or two…. but even the Bart Simpson’s of the world have something lovable about them.

So I’ve been there since 2008, and this facility has watched me grow up… literally.  I went there as a kid, and then came back to work as an adult.  As an adult, it has helped me grow, and mature, and in the most sincerest way possible.  It saved me from myself.

Here’s why I’m filling you all in on this… Ready for it?

I’m leaving……. Tomorrow is my last day for a while.

Not forever, I’m not going to the moon, (although that would be pretty stinkin’ amazing) but I am leaving.  After spending the last 7 years of my life in one place I’m going on a new adventure.  This has been a long time in the making, and I’ve worked every little detail out, and it’s really happening.  I’m leaving…  Am I scared? oh yeah.  I’m absolutely terrified.  there is so much fear in the unknown.  But I’ll be back at the end of summer.

That being said, when we push ourselves to the limits and outside of our comfort zone.  It forces us to adapt to the change and most importantly to grow…..  We find ourselves discovering new-found strength and re-igniting the fires of passion and drive.  So while I am terrified, and fearful of ever-looming fact that I might not be as successful as I’d hoped.  I am so excited to embark on this journey of growth and exploration.  I am exhilarated to find out what I am made of.  I am thrilled to find out what new sense of resiliency I might have that is just beneath my conscious mind.  In a way, I am returning to my roots with my adventure, but in an entirely different capacity.

I realize that I’ve been elusive on what I will actually be doing when I leave the Youth Center, and that is intentional.  Not because I want to deceive you all, but it really and truly doesn’t matter.  What matters is the message.  I am that kid standing at the cliff, looking out at the water that is my new adventure…. the lighthouse is my end-game, and the proverbial light doesn’t amount to death (so please don’t take this in a morbid sense), it amounts to a new day as a changed person.  A person that can look forward, and not look back.  I am jumping off the cliff into the water, nervous about the journey across, and knowing that looking backwards to safety (that is my current life-which I love… don’t think I don’t) is there.  But in order to grow, I have to do this, not for anyone else, but for me.  I have to know what that light-house is……. I will struggle, and I will stress-out on things.  But I will succeed, because I know that I am capable of handling infinitely more than I am comfortable with.

So, I will leave you all with this.

If you find yourself in a similar situation….. I urge you to dive head-first into the waters of the unknown, as long as you know where you are coming from and where you want to go. the Journey is everything you need to grow, although the waters may be rocky, don’t get scared and turn back. Press onward my strong friends. I know I will… My view for the summer.

That’s all for now, until next time my friends, be well, love fiercely, smile, and push yourself outside of your comfort-zone. I think you might enjoy it.

–L

What a wonderful world.

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Children are curious, always looking for an answer, or a way to understand things that are happening in their world.  A sunrise isn’t the start of another horrible day, when they open their eyes, it means a new adventure is going to start, and youth often think, “what will happen to them today.”
I have a just-turned five-year old brother, We are going to call him B on here.  like many other little ones in the world, he seeks understanding, and to smile, laugh, and definitely most importantly to him, to play!  He has an incredible imagination, and throughout most of the day, everything is a game.  his imagination allows him the opportunity to make something tiny, like a pool noodle, become a sword on his journey to beat invading aliens, or to use a pillow as a shield since he is now Captain America. He can throw himself around the room making the laser gun sounds that sound infinitely better than my “pew pew” sounds. I honestly think the coolest thing is how his brain processes the amount of information that he is presented.
Since he is still learning about the world around him, he will often ask a million questions, ranging from, “What does that word say?” all the way to. “How do planes fly if they are metal?”
As we grow up and get older and at some point we lose that spark, we stop pretending and seeing the wonder in things.  We drone on in our daily lives, moving from task to task; working, and chasing that “dream.”  But what is the dream? to be filthy rich? to be wealthy enough you don’t have to worry about things financially ever again? Sure, we all want those things, but at what cost would it still be “worth it?” Where is the irony in working your entire life, and retiring at 70, when a majority of your life is indeed gone, and you begin to “live.”
Just earlier today, I was sitting in a classroom taking an exam, when I looked out the window (probably because I couldn’t think of the answer, and maybe I was subliminally hoping there would be a squirrel with a giant note-card with the answer on it.) and there was a girl out there sitting down on the grass, and I couldn’t help but think, “Wow, I want to be out there!” she wasn’t doing anything, and in that moment, she was doing EVERYTHING I wanted to do.  By just sitting down and enjoying the weather, she didn’t have her phone out, she didn’t have a book out, she was simply sitting there with her eyes closed. It was magnificent, refreshing, and peaceful.
When had I felt that moment of peace that I’m assuming she was experiencing? (now this is of course speculation, she could have been fighting a killer headache, but lets just be optimistic people.) The last time I had this feeling was several weeks ago, I was on top of a mountain and sitting there, listening to music and just simply looking out at the ground below me.  In that moment, I was still, my phone was on silent, and I was sitting there quietly on a rock.  Amazingly enough, I was having the best time ever, and there was no video games, or television present, granted yes, I was listening to music, but it was Ed Sheeran radio on Pandora.  I mean just look at this picture!
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Mount Scott is near Lawton, Oklahoma.  I seriously suggest anyone and everyone visit

It was beautiful and serene, and left me in awe, and wonder as to how it has been here all this time, and I’ve lived in Oklahoma for so long and never been here. I realize that life never stops, there will be times that suck, and there will be times where you are happier than you ever thought possible, but don’t forget to find those times, where you sit in wonder, silence, and peace.  These are the moments we should be working towards.
 That’s all for now, until next time my friends be well, love fiercely, smile, and find peace
—L

The Jumping Point

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So I’ve been toying with this idea of starting a blog for quite some time now.  I would get to a point where I was ready to try it out, and then inevitably something would happen and I would forget about things.  Eventually, I would be sitting down somewhere randomly and think to myself, “I wonder if I wrote my thoughts, would anyone read them?” It has been a vicious cycle, and has gone on until I sat and decided “What better day than today to go on this adventure!”

What are you going to discuss? Honestly, whatever comes to mind.  Some days may be more inspiring than others, and some might be filled with nonsensical things that I’ve thought about.

So for entry number one, I guess I’ll start with the one thing I always ask someone I’m meeting or getting to know.

“If your life was made into a movie, what would be the best song on the soundtrack of your life?”

I’ve asked this question so many times, and gotten some very interesting responses.  When I ask the question, depending on the age and maturity level of the person, I can get some very interesting responses.  Some of them take a few moments to think about their response, as if it were a life/death type situation, and I would judge them on their response.  Others instantly think of a song that is relevant to their situation, some of them are heartbreaking, happy, pensive, sad, and some are angry.  Whatever emotion elicited

Some of the most beautiful songs, paint such a vivid picture for people, and are capable of evoking such emotions from them.  I think some of the best responses I’ve heard are as follows (disclaimer:I won’t tell you who told me this song though, because it was a conversation between me and that person.  If you know me, I’m the guy that won’t tell you any spoilers as well, because that takes the fun out of things.)

  • “People Like Us”-Kelly Clarkson
  • “Your Guardian Angel”-The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
  • “Temporary Home”-Carrie Underwood
  • “Untitled”-Simple Plan
  • “Man in the Mirror”-Michael Jackson
  • “Dance with my Father”-Luther Vandross
  • “Live Like You Were Dying”-Tim McGraw

If you have a few minutes, I would suggest taking the time to listen to each of them.  In their own respects, they are beautifully written and performed; even if it isn’t a genre of music you particularly care for.  I won’t tell you what I was able to interpret from speaking with them, I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.  I found myself thinking about my life in each and every song, and I’ve come to love each and every one of them.

So if I were to approach you and ask, “If your life was made into a movie, what would be the best song on the soundtrack of your life?” What would your response be?

Until the next time my friends, be well, love fiercely, and smile!

–L