Some things in life are easier said than done, but some things in life are easier done than said. You can quote me on that if you'd like.
Take for example my move to NYC, way easier done than said. It was difficult for me to put another relationship to rest and call it over and actually move across the states to a big city I had never even visited. But I said I would do it, so I did. Believe it or not, the move was easier done than originally said. Things in life have a way of working out. Now I’m here and I could not be happier. Life is good. I wake up smiling and dancing. I sit in my front window and people watch every morning whilst drinking my Yogi Blueberry Slim Green Tea. It is delicious. Since I work from home, I have the time to enjoy my morning and catch up on email and such. My boss is in Pacific time, in California, so we are 3 hours apart. Therefore my hours can run later into the evening sometimes as well, so there is always a trade off when working from home.
Do you have anything easier done than said? When I really think about it, there are lots of things that are easier for me to do than actually say. I can easily fall in love, but I cannot easily say I’m in love with you. Most people can relate to that. On the other hand, it’s easy to say you’re going to run every day and lose 10 pounds, but most people will have a difficult time doing that. So it must be true, my theory is right. I have another theory too. But I’m not sharing that one today. Let’s see what people are saying about this first one.
Off to the post office. This should be fun. Thanks for reading.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Moved to NYC.
So I'm traveling with work this week. Life is good. Went from NYC to San Diego for one night, down to Mexicali where my company is based out of.
I just moved to NYC for work, Feb 2012. I absolutely love the city. this is why. it's like living in a small town. don't believe what you hear about the big apple. people are busy, but kind, hard working and helpful. if you're lost and looking around, 70% of the time someone will ask you if you're lost and tell you where to go. the other 30% of the time, you will ask and people will help. here's the other thing, people obviously don't say hello to every person they walk by. this is why. people walk by hundreds or thousands of people in a day, why would they even consider saying hello to the people they walk past. living in the city, they have been programmed to keep walking. otherwise all you'd hear all day long is a massive annoying amount of hello's. no one would like that. not even tourists.
The best way to explain this is with an example. so my first week living in the city, Park Slope, Brooklyn is my neighborhood, i went to a corner coffee shop and ordered a Raspberry White Mocha. they had never heard of that drink, but they made it and made me try it in front of the barista to make sure i liked it. by my third visit there, they had memorized my drink by my face, and now i just have to walk in and they know what i want. about a week later was Valentines day. i walk in on Valentines day and they have the chalkboard all decorated with their new V-day drink, with pink hearts and pretty cursive, "NEW Valentines Day Drink, Raspberry White Mocha!" that is my best example of how living in neighborhoods in NY, is similar to living in a small town.
Another thing, you walk to everything and everything is old school. most places are cash only. if a place is closed, they might write "Closed, open again tomorrow at 10am" - as opposed to turning on and off an Open light. you want meat? you're probably going to a Meat Shop or a Butchers. you walk in, you try some fresh sandwich meats, order your steak or seafood, etc. the last place i'd go is a grocery store for my meat. it's better at my local meat shop. you want to do your laundry? walk across the street from the meat shop, next door to your corner coffee shop, and drop off a bag of laundry to the Chinese ladies. it's cheaper than going to a laundry mat, about $10 usually, and they will deliver it back to your house, or even would've picked it up at your house if you wanted. thats the other great thing about NY, convenience. you can download the Seamless app and get online or on your mobile and find every restaurant that delivers in your area, with reviews. you submit the whole order through the app or online, and 30 minutes later the delivery guy is at your door. you can literally eat anything you want, at home, without leaving your home. that's convenient, especially when there's 5 inches of snow outside or it's raining ducks and bunnies.
The city is the city. not everything is convenient. the Subway system is old and outdated, especially compared to Seoul or Tokyo's. but when you visit the city, you capture the essence of history. that's part of the love of the city, is the love of history. the old buildings, the 9/11 Memorial, the old parks, the Statue of Liberty from 1882, the old feel of small corner shops, all of the store front windows decorated for walking by, the bars with the old footrest still attached... it's New York City. there is so much history just walking through a neighborhood. if you haven't been, you should go. the city is majestic.
I just moved to NYC for work, Feb 2012. I absolutely love the city. this is why. it's like living in a small town. don't believe what you hear about the big apple. people are busy, but kind, hard working and helpful. if you're lost and looking around, 70% of the time someone will ask you if you're lost and tell you where to go. the other 30% of the time, you will ask and people will help. here's the other thing, people obviously don't say hello to every person they walk by. this is why. people walk by hundreds or thousands of people in a day, why would they even consider saying hello to the people they walk past. living in the city, they have been programmed to keep walking. otherwise all you'd hear all day long is a massive annoying amount of hello's. no one would like that. not even tourists.
The best way to explain this is with an example. so my first week living in the city, Park Slope, Brooklyn is my neighborhood, i went to a corner coffee shop and ordered a Raspberry White Mocha. they had never heard of that drink, but they made it and made me try it in front of the barista to make sure i liked it. by my third visit there, they had memorized my drink by my face, and now i just have to walk in and they know what i want. about a week later was Valentines day. i walk in on Valentines day and they have the chalkboard all decorated with their new V-day drink, with pink hearts and pretty cursive, "NEW Valentines Day Drink, Raspberry White Mocha!" that is my best example of how living in neighborhoods in NY, is similar to living in a small town.
Another thing, you walk to everything and everything is old school. most places are cash only. if a place is closed, they might write "Closed, open again tomorrow at 10am" - as opposed to turning on and off an Open light. you want meat? you're probably going to a Meat Shop or a Butchers. you walk in, you try some fresh sandwich meats, order your steak or seafood, etc. the last place i'd go is a grocery store for my meat. it's better at my local meat shop. you want to do your laundry? walk across the street from the meat shop, next door to your corner coffee shop, and drop off a bag of laundry to the Chinese ladies. it's cheaper than going to a laundry mat, about $10 usually, and they will deliver it back to your house, or even would've picked it up at your house if you wanted. thats the other great thing about NY, convenience. you can download the Seamless app and get online or on your mobile and find every restaurant that delivers in your area, with reviews. you submit the whole order through the app or online, and 30 minutes later the delivery guy is at your door. you can literally eat anything you want, at home, without leaving your home. that's convenient, especially when there's 5 inches of snow outside or it's raining ducks and bunnies.
The city is the city. not everything is convenient. the Subway system is old and outdated, especially compared to Seoul or Tokyo's. but when you visit the city, you capture the essence of history. that's part of the love of the city, is the love of history. the old buildings, the 9/11 Memorial, the old parks, the Statue of Liberty from 1882, the old feel of small corner shops, all of the store front windows decorated for walking by, the bars with the old footrest still attached... it's New York City. there is so much history just walking through a neighborhood. if you haven't been, you should go. the city is majestic.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
not a secret anymore
"Creation is always happening. Every time an individual has a thought, or a prolonged chronic way of thinking, they're in the creation process. Something is going to manifest out of those thoughts. You attract to you the predominant thoughts that you're holding in your awareness, whether those thoughts are conscious or unconscious." - Michael Bernard Beckwith
The law is perfect, the law of attraction that is. We may not be perfect, our lives may not be perfect, but the law stating that like attracts like, is perfect. All of the great scholars: Plato, Socrates, Emerson, Lincoln, Edison, Beethoven, and Einstein, all believed in this law. The beautiful thing about this law is that you have created the life that you lead today, and if you are unsatisfied with any one portion of your life, you have the ability to recreate your existence. You don't have to be what you are today. You can be more. You can be less. You can be anything or anyone that you want to be. Your imagination is what gave you your aspirations, dreams, and the desire to fulfill those dreams. Your imagination can give you anything that you want, if you focus on it enough. The idea here though is that you cannot focus on what you do NOT want, you must focus on what you do want. God/the universe/the higher power you wish or pray to, isn't listening to what you don't want, but rather on what you ask for, so that you may receive. And if like attracts like, you must believe that you can attain what you ask for, or you're basically saying I want something that I can't have, that won't work. Have faith in yourself. Have faith in this universe. Have faith on shooting stars, wishing wells, and pennies found heads up. Make wishes on white butterflies, and beleive in angels. Life is short. Your dreams can only become a reality, if you realistically picture yourself in them.
The law is perfect, the law of attraction that is. We may not be perfect, our lives may not be perfect, but the law stating that like attracts like, is perfect. All of the great scholars: Plato, Socrates, Emerson, Lincoln, Edison, Beethoven, and Einstein, all believed in this law. The beautiful thing about this law is that you have created the life that you lead today, and if you are unsatisfied with any one portion of your life, you have the ability to recreate your existence. You don't have to be what you are today. You can be more. You can be less. You can be anything or anyone that you want to be. Your imagination is what gave you your aspirations, dreams, and the desire to fulfill those dreams. Your imagination can give you anything that you want, if you focus on it enough. The idea here though is that you cannot focus on what you do NOT want, you must focus on what you do want. God/the universe/the higher power you wish or pray to, isn't listening to what you don't want, but rather on what you ask for, so that you may receive. And if like attracts like, you must believe that you can attain what you ask for, or you're basically saying I want something that I can't have, that won't work. Have faith in yourself. Have faith in this universe. Have faith on shooting stars, wishing wells, and pennies found heads up. Make wishes on white butterflies, and beleive in angels. Life is short. Your dreams can only become a reality, if you realistically picture yourself in them.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sundays.
I used to write every day. I used to blog once a month or more. I used to look at people knowing what they were thinking or feeling. I honestly used to think that mistakes were only made once. I have learned that is not always the case. Sometimes we will make the same mistake again and again and again, and it is part of the reason we don’t move forward. We think we are doing the right thing, or saying the right thing, or even being the right person, but maybe we’re just making due with what’s in front of us.
I sure hope everyone I love does better than “making due”. I sure hope I can learn and grow and become a better person, not just today, but every day. I think it’s strange that 2 weeks ago I didn’t know the horse Seger existed, and now he is the first thing I think about in the morning. I wonder if Seger is standing, hungry, happy, sleeping, hot, bored, or just plain lonely. I wonder if he likes where he sleeps. I know this is crazy, trust me I know, but I love that horse. I love Seger. If I can love a horse in less than 2 weeks just by volunteering some extra time, I wonder what would happen if I gave even more. I wonder what sort of love could develop out of giving more than you take every day. I sure do wonder.
I applied for teaching jobs overseas today. I have an interview tomorrow in Santa Monica, CA. I hope I get it. I’m so sick of moving, and so ready to sit still for awhile. Off to a neighborly BBQ. Sundays.
I sure hope everyone I love does better than “making due”. I sure hope I can learn and grow and become a better person, not just today, but every day. I think it’s strange that 2 weeks ago I didn’t know the horse Seger existed, and now he is the first thing I think about in the morning. I wonder if Seger is standing, hungry, happy, sleeping, hot, bored, or just plain lonely. I wonder if he likes where he sleeps. I know this is crazy, trust me I know, but I love that horse. I love Seger. If I can love a horse in less than 2 weeks just by volunteering some extra time, I wonder what would happen if I gave even more. I wonder what sort of love could develop out of giving more than you take every day. I sure do wonder.
I applied for teaching jobs overseas today. I have an interview tomorrow in Santa Monica, CA. I hope I get it. I’m so sick of moving, and so ready to sit still for awhile. Off to a neighborly BBQ. Sundays.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
i know i know, its been too long...
you know when you're single and you first meet someone? you're excited. everything is sunnier. flowers are prettier. rain is funner. spring is spring. white and black turns to gray. you start doing things you wouldn't normally do. you start saying things you normally wouldn't say. you make compromises. you change plans. then one day, life happens. everything that seemed so perfect, so fortuitous, so genuine, so real, so alive - seems almost dead, lifeless, boring, minute, repetitious. you start questioning yourself. you start questioning the other person. you start questioning everything. most of you wants to stay in, but a big part of you wants out.
this is my life. this is what i usually do. this is why i'm 27 and single. this is why i write the truth, instead of speak the truth. this is why i give love to my family, that i'm afraid to give to strangers.
this past weekend i was supposed to go camping and floating down a river with this new guy i was dating, we'll call him Lee for the sake of the story. the trip was premature, as most things in life feel. you're never really ready for anything, a house, spouse, kids, a lay off, a move, a new job, everything always seems premature these days. we spend more time trying to convince ourselves we are ready than the time we spend actually preparing to be ready. anyway, last minute he called it off and went alone with his friends. i knew this was coming, i knew the day before we left he thought this, but he didn't have the audacity to come to me and say something. at any rate, an hour and a half before the trip, we talked...yada yada yada.... i didn't go.
that night i went and met at my friends house to play Scrabble. afterwards we all went out for a drink. the guys were all leaving for a wilderness backpacking trip the next morning at 6am. i really wanted to go. i begged and pleaded and told them i could do it and wouldn't fall behind, after a few shots of whiskey, they agreed.
my brother Jake, friend O'Connor, other guy Kevin and i all headed out to Sequoia National Park the next morning. i packed, showered and we were on the road by 7am. woke up a tad late. from the other car, O'Connor text me the following 10 ground rules:
1. Don't talk unless spoken to.
2. We are never lost only temporarily off the trail so don't suggest otherwise.
3. If you fall behind, good luck.
4. Bear fighting will happen, get up for it.
5. No complaining.
6. Men handle the fire.
7. Nudity will occur for hero shots.
8. You're considered a guy for the next 48 hours.
9. All trail talk is non-repeatable and non-judgmental. It will be vulgar.
10. This is a man trip. Don't forget.
I agreed without hesitation, and done. turned out to be the best weekend i've ever had hiking, the most rewarding, the most challenging, the most relentless, the most mental stamina i've ever tapped into. we hiked 36 miles total, to see the 15 foot wide Sequoia trees in the Redwood Meadow. it was gorgeous. at one point, the path was blocked due to high water and we had to find a different route. we walked 25 feet across a fallen tree with white water rapids below us. i saw a scary rattlesnake. we killed spiders. we got bit. we gathered river water and used iodine tablets to be able to drink it without puking. we got in freezing water. we drank Jameson. Jake found a scorpion in his pack when he got home on sunday. the whole trip was amazing.
"What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise." - Oscar Wilde
so you see, it turned out i wasn't supposed to go floating afterall. turns out i was in exactly the right place, at exactly the right time, with exactly the right people. all weekend. all 36 miles. all 190,080 feet.
this is my life. this is what i usually do. this is why i'm 27 and single. this is why i write the truth, instead of speak the truth. this is why i give love to my family, that i'm afraid to give to strangers.
this past weekend i was supposed to go camping and floating down a river with this new guy i was dating, we'll call him Lee for the sake of the story. the trip was premature, as most things in life feel. you're never really ready for anything, a house, spouse, kids, a lay off, a move, a new job, everything always seems premature these days. we spend more time trying to convince ourselves we are ready than the time we spend actually preparing to be ready. anyway, last minute he called it off and went alone with his friends. i knew this was coming, i knew the day before we left he thought this, but he didn't have the audacity to come to me and say something. at any rate, an hour and a half before the trip, we talked...yada yada yada.... i didn't go.
that night i went and met at my friends house to play Scrabble. afterwards we all went out for a drink. the guys were all leaving for a wilderness backpacking trip the next morning at 6am. i really wanted to go. i begged and pleaded and told them i could do it and wouldn't fall behind, after a few shots of whiskey, they agreed.
my brother Jake, friend O'Connor, other guy Kevin and i all headed out to Sequoia National Park the next morning. i packed, showered and we were on the road by 7am. woke up a tad late. from the other car, O'Connor text me the following 10 ground rules:
1. Don't talk unless spoken to.
2. We are never lost only temporarily off the trail so don't suggest otherwise.
3. If you fall behind, good luck.
4. Bear fighting will happen, get up for it.
5. No complaining.
6. Men handle the fire.
7. Nudity will occur for hero shots.
8. You're considered a guy for the next 48 hours.
9. All trail talk is non-repeatable and non-judgmental. It will be vulgar.
10. This is a man trip. Don't forget.
I agreed without hesitation, and done. turned out to be the best weekend i've ever had hiking, the most rewarding, the most challenging, the most relentless, the most mental stamina i've ever tapped into. we hiked 36 miles total, to see the 15 foot wide Sequoia trees in the Redwood Meadow. it was gorgeous. at one point, the path was blocked due to high water and we had to find a different route. we walked 25 feet across a fallen tree with white water rapids below us. i saw a scary rattlesnake. we killed spiders. we got bit. we gathered river water and used iodine tablets to be able to drink it without puking. we got in freezing water. we drank Jameson. Jake found a scorpion in his pack when he got home on sunday. the whole trip was amazing.
"What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise." - Oscar Wilde
so you see, it turned out i wasn't supposed to go floating afterall. turns out i was in exactly the right place, at exactly the right time, with exactly the right people. all weekend. all 36 miles. all 190,080 feet.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
do you believe?
Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Do you believe that when the right person looks at you just the right way, at just right the moment, from far across the room, is it possible to lose your breath? Is it possible to want to live more for someone else, than for yourself? Is forever love possible? Does it know no bounds? When you see someone you love kiss someone else. When you take a long hot shower alone after a terrible day. When you lose someone you love to cancer. When you say goodbye to your mother or father for the very last time. When you fall in love so deeply you can barely hear the noise around you. When you touch the hand of the one who holds your heart. When you kiss the one you know you’re going to love, but don’t love yet.
When you do these things, does your heart drop?
Forever is only a concern if you reach it. No one chases love for forever, if we did, we’d all be disappointed. That’s because as Einstein once said, “Time is an illusion.” As we’ve all learned, we coexist in a world of infinite. There is an abundance of resources at our fingertips, an abundance of water, of earth, of air, of love. The actual feeling of love doesn’t hit us once and stay with us forever, it comes and goes. Just as anger comes and goes, happiness comes and goes, sadness comes and goes, love comes and goes. Which is why I would encourage you, hold onto the ones you love. Hold them as dear as you did the day you fell in love with them. Blow them kisses over the phone. Touch their hearts with old stories. Write them letters. Kiss them. Love them. Tease them. And remember, love is not objective to the mind, but rather an emotion emitted to your mind through your heart. It needs to be nurtured and honored, because only time can prove the worth of love. And since time is an illusion, a fantasy, a daydream, subsequently, love must be a fairytale.
When you do these things, does your heart drop?
Forever is only a concern if you reach it. No one chases love for forever, if we did, we’d all be disappointed. That’s because as Einstein once said, “Time is an illusion.” As we’ve all learned, we coexist in a world of infinite. There is an abundance of resources at our fingertips, an abundance of water, of earth, of air, of love. The actual feeling of love doesn’t hit us once and stay with us forever, it comes and goes. Just as anger comes and goes, happiness comes and goes, sadness comes and goes, love comes and goes. Which is why I would encourage you, hold onto the ones you love. Hold them as dear as you did the day you fell in love with them. Blow them kisses over the phone. Touch their hearts with old stories. Write them letters. Kiss them. Love them. Tease them. And remember, love is not objective to the mind, but rather an emotion emitted to your mind through your heart. It needs to be nurtured and honored, because only time can prove the worth of love. And since time is an illusion, a fantasy, a daydream, subsequently, love must be a fairytale.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
i wonder
You know sometimes I wonder how many times I've walked by my soulmate? I think that like attracts like and that I've at least been in the same vicinity as him at some point. Maybe even the same country, I don't know. I think it's so weird to ponder who he is or where he's at, or even what he's doing at this very moment while I type. Is he bored? lonely? down? smiling? happy? Is he as funny as i am? Oh i hope so.
I think there is so much to be said about the unstated. Is something a fact simply because there is no way to disprove its validity? If someone tells you they love you, is this always true? Is it forever? Is it temporary? Are we temporary? If we are temporary, and trust me at least your body is, how do you judge eternity? How do you judge what's worth your instant satisfaction or pleasing to your long term gratification?
I don't imagine most people understand what I write. I also don't imagine most people sit around praying and hoping that their soulmate, whoever that may be, is smiling and content. I do. Not only do I, I think it's important that I do. You never know who you're wishing goodness upon, but if you're not at least lifting others up, what are you doing for others? What do you lift up? Is your vice greater than your end?
I think there is so much to be said about the unstated. Is something a fact simply because there is no way to disprove its validity? If someone tells you they love you, is this always true? Is it forever? Is it temporary? Are we temporary? If we are temporary, and trust me at least your body is, how do you judge eternity? How do you judge what's worth your instant satisfaction or pleasing to your long term gratification?
I don't imagine most people understand what I write. I also don't imagine most people sit around praying and hoping that their soulmate, whoever that may be, is smiling and content. I do. Not only do I, I think it's important that I do. You never know who you're wishing goodness upon, but if you're not at least lifting others up, what are you doing for others? What do you lift up? Is your vice greater than your end?
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