Oh I’m 40. Well, at midnight. A little self reflection. As a child growing up we all see a place we want to be in our future. What is the percentage of people that reach that point compared to those that do not. I wonder? I know I didn’t. This is not a bad thing. I had many of things I saw myself doing. I geeked out on rocks and dinosaurs and Indiana Jones. I was a little artist. I could paint and draw. I liked to write. I drew pictures of rivers & roads. I built structures. I had sandcastle skills. Architecture & engineering. Geologist, paleontologist, author, etc… My dads adventures. I saw myself out in the field being adventurous. What happened.!! Lol. We would have slide show nights where he would show us picture on the projector and tell us stories of what was going on. I lived for those nights. Hey, like Indiana Jones, I work for a university. I guess that part became reality.
Where you desire to be in life as a child might have ended up being a much worse spot for you. Really, just enjoy where you are or do something to better yourself. I had a much more adventurous heart when I was a child. Children have hero’s. Fictional or real life. They see themselves becoming that person. The lens of what a child see’s through, obtaining that life is all very possible. They don’t understand adulthood or the trails to reach it. It takes work. Financial means. Support. Not that I lacked in the adventures. I had my own in my 20s.
Everyone should dream for themselves. Dreams are good. Failed dreams are good. Without dreams, what does one aspire for? And for a percentage they do come true. And when they fail it’s perhaps for the better. Things fall into place an align the way they are meant to. I’m happy even though my dreams as a child didn’t come true. I can’t imagine Bekah not with me. These damn dogs and cat. The people that I work with on campus. The house that I live in. Everything I’ve done, good and bad. I’m not perfect. I’ve got flaws. I’m happy with that. I cannot imagine giving any of this up. The people. The experiences. Everything. How you look at your life is in your hands. Can you throw those dreams away and still be happy with it?
Now I wonder: is it in the human condition to be happy or are we destined for unhappiness? Try pleasing everyone. It can become a chore. But I like to try and I like my life. I think unhappiness is an internal demon. Just learn to not give a f*** and, hey, you might find yourself in a better place. That doesn’t mean give up on everyone. But if toxic people come into your life, f*** them. You are done. They were not meant for your pandering. F*** them. You don’t be miserable because someone else it. That’s their fault. Misery loves misery. Coexisting shouldn’t have to be a chore. JUST DON’T GIVE A F***! Don’t give the person the satisfaction of stealing your joy. You got this!!! If anything, feel sorry for them. Happiness is in the doing. The making. Be happy!!
Anyway. That was cheerful. I believe my weekend blog will be a little brighter. It’s my birthday.
It’d be remiss of me not to mention that for the first week of June it was been unseasonably cool. I’m talking in the 70’s cool. We also got some nice rain. I’ve been pretty content. Actually, I’ve been ecstatic. I sat outside a lot and was eaten alive by mosquitoes. Great times.
Jalapeño
Leftover pulled pork sandwiches. That was some bad a** pulled pork. The sandwich hit the spot.
Tex-Mex lettuce tacos. Perfect summer meal. I might actually like them better than the real thing.
Buffalo chicken legs. I’ll never perfect these until I get a smoker. Really, even then they won’t be as good as the ones I’m trying to mimic. But oh well, we enjoy them.
Cocktail of the Week: A drink. Any drink.
En Fuego 