Ever since I first went to San Diego, I absolutely fell in love. I said to myself, "This is where I want to be. This is where I want to live. This is where I want to spend the rest of my life." As I stood at the edge of North America, I gazed across the mass of the Pacific Ocean to as far as my eyes could see. While salt water ran up my nostrils and the chilly moisture from the air settled upon my skin, I had one of those intellectual moments about what I really want to do with my life. And from there, living in San Diego has been one of my biggest goals.
I have only dreamed of packing up everything I have and leaving everything I've grown up with and moving away to the City that stole my heart. Through countless days, through countless dreams and anxious feelings, Finally I have been able to adjust certain situations and outcomes in order to finally sprint after fulfilling one of my life long dreams. Overall I still may be trying to figure out what to completely do with my life, but as of now moving and living in San Diego is the first step.
My whole life I have grown up in the mountains. Desert hot summer days and snow covered winter wonderlands. I have spend countless days shredding the pow pow all around Lake Tahoe's ski resorts and soaking up the sun on the shorelines of Lake Tahoe. It has been my life. The first time I was on skies I was only three years old and the first time I rode a snowboard I was five. Now almost 20 years later, snowboarding still has been my external escape where I have felt the most free without any worries in the world. This winter I sold my snowboard and boots in order to put the money towards a surf board and wet suite. I feel like I just dumped my girlfriend of 20 years and decided to start dating her sister.
I have surfed quite a few times before, but nothing to were I could shred a perfect wave just as I can shred the packed, freshly groomed snow at 8 a.m. I am excited to start a new hobby, to start a new sense of feeling free in this world, experience a new emotion and a new adrenaline rush that is good for the soul.
Away from surfing, I am ready to experience a whole new city. I will be living my dream of being minutes from the incredible ocean. I have been back and forth to the ocean and the mountains. I have to say it has been difficult to see the beauty in the ocean as I see the beauty in the mountains. But the last time I was in the ocean I started to shift mindsets. The mountains and the ocean are two both incredible structures in nature and each bring a breath of life for me. Each has their own beauty and share it through different pathways. When I look out across the ocean, my mind rushes with endless possibilities and what this world still has to offer me and what I still have to offer this world.
But continuing, I will probably no longer have to wear shoes half of the year. (I hate shoes). I get to watch the sun dip down in the distance as it slowly moves to the other side of the world. Eat tacos every Tuesday religiously at a huge selection of restaurants and bars all over San Diego. Drive to Mexico, although I probably will not enter because I don't want to be at the feet of the Cartel begging for my life, instead get cheaper flights into Mexico and stay at safer locations. Continue to listen to my reggae music and actually have the feeling of the beach around me. All-embracing the wonderful gifts that this new city will bring to me.
Most have heard the saying, "The grass is not greener on the other side, but greener where you water it." My father has told me that plenty of times and I have done my best to do so. I have done that in each city or town that I have lived in and I have been able to experience such joy. I will not be running away from Reno because its so called "trash" or "worst city to live" or have had my own personal problems there, personally I have started to love this city but its time for a change. Just as any place, thing, or human being has its flaws, if you can see the higher quality, enjoy incalculable experiences and embrace your surroundings, life can be fulfilled and bring such joy. One of my favorite artist explains it as a Beautiful Mind, and I believe that is a perfect way to look at it.
I can not wait to live my dream. At first I am sure it may be complicated adjusting to the consistent warm weather, having to live three blocks away from Mission Bay and 10 blocks away from the Pacific Ocean, finding enough tank tops to make it through a few weeks before doing laundry or let alone deciding if I should even put a shirt on before I walk outside, picking out the perfect board shorts that only show a little bit of my thighs but not too much that is unpleasing and blinding to the eye, finding a surf board and/or paddle board in order to step out and ride the ocean, dealing with salt water in my nose for hours after I get out of the ocean, keeping enough sun screen on my bald head so that it doesn't get burned but instead gets a nice golden tan, dealing with all the attractive women, and of course deciding what activities to do all the time! Its going to be pretty rough and quite the learning experience.
Away from the small complications I may encounter there are actual difficulties I will have to go through. My family means the world to me, I would be nothing without them and being a good nine-hours away from them is going to be tough. I also sold my car so I will be carless, yet I will have a bike, long board, and I am going to do my best to figure out the transit system. I also will be in the hunt for a big boy job, which to me will be the most difficult and will take many prayers, submitted applications and Im sure stressful interviews in order to hopefully get a job. A job that I am able to provide happiness to others and fulfill a greater calling for myself.
Finishing up this post, I am grateful for this opportunity to move to San Diego. Ill actually be living in Pacific Beach and hopefully staying around that area. My last day in Reno will be January 5th and leaving bright and early Monday January 6th in a big Uhal truck to trek all the way to Pacific Beach. Once settled my doors will always be open for anyone to come visit and have some San Diego fun. I will be buying a GoPro and documenting a lot of fun things I do around there and I will be traveling for around 10 days for my 24th birthday to a undecided place somewhere in this world. I will be back for graduation in May and then back down to SD! For now keep in touch and You Stay Classy, Reno.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
Summa Summa Summa Time
It has been quite the summer so far. This summer I am not in the classy city of San Diego, running around with kids from all over the world, swimming in the salty ocean on a daily basis, eating tacos on tuesday religiously, taking trips to amusement parks and getting motion sickness from riding too many roller coasters, sharing an apartment with six pre-teens while taking care of 15 pre-teens, dealing with kids who ask you questions about life and why my head is bald, hearing the best one liners from little guys half my age, and helping change the lives of kids who changed my own life more then they even know.
Instead..... I am here in Reno. I am working at the same restaurant (where I feel like a pledge every night I work), taking a summer class, cleaning my house more then I need too, actually reading and finishing books, eating healthy (except for cheat days), and basically having a boring summer where I sit around 80 percent of the time trying to figure things out but never reaching a conclusion. But on the positive and exciting side of summer, Ive been going to Tahoe when I can, floating the river and slapping wine bags, Ive have some of the greatest nights so far at the Reno Rodeo, and also getting my ass back in shape and going to the muscle factory and running on a daily basis because Im sick of being a little out of shape shrimp.
I wish I could fulfill my summer fantasy dream. Living in a small hut on the beach where the sun and seagulls wake me up everyday. Starting my days by walking down the white sand carrying my surf board to shred some gnarly white caps with the orange sky from the sun rising over my head, then returning to my hut and eating banana oat pancakes for breakfast listening to reggae music. Then head to my underground muscle factory to work out. Then walk to my private dock, wearing a Tommy Bahama shirt, white cotton shorts or pants, sandals or sperrys, and hop on my sail boat. Then maybe head to my private jet and travel to destination unknown. But no, I cant do that....YET.
Anyway, I want to share some of the great memories of my summer so far....
First things first...Thank you baby Jesus for bringing the Rodeo to our beautiful biggest little city in the world and also thank you for allowing it to only last 10 days because within those 10 days, debauchery reaches new heights, bank accounts are heavily reduced due to Coors Light and Jack Daniel's, and also swing dancing is the Lord's shuffle. Bless all the cowgirls and the holy ground where the Jack Daniel's tent stood. And Bless this great country of America. Amen.
There are a few things I really dont like in my life and country music is one of them. But for 10 days out of the year I buy the cheapest cowboy hat I can find and sing all the catchy country songs we all know and join the thousands of people who take part in the Reno Rodeo. Well joining everyone who goes into the Jack Daniel's tent, which for me is the Rodeo. American flags, cowboy boots, cowboy hats, wranglers, country music, coors light and Jack Daniel's, beautiful women, and actually rodeo events, filled Reno for 10 days. Which is safe to say, the Rodeo is one of my favorite times of the year. But thank god it is over...
Also I played my first full round of 18 holes in golf and then participated in my first golf tournament...I think its safe to say that I am a pretty laid back, relaxed, and chill guy. The great game of Golf tests me and pushes my temper to extreme limits. I love and hate golf. I will loose countless amounts of golf balls, become extremely close to snapping every golf club over my knee and throwing them into the sagebrush, calling myself hurtful names and probably cussing every known swear word to myself. AND on top of all that, It was 105 degrees outside during my first tournament. I just wanted to bellyflop into the water holes around us and pour ice cold beer all over my face, but I didn't. Then by the 9th hole thunder, lightning, and as if the skys turned a fire hose on, we got drenched in rain. Northern Nevada weather at its finest. But what I do love about golf is driving golf carts, talking smack to my friends, and laughing at everyone else who I golf with because we are all terrible.
I still never get sick of how beautiful Lake Tahoe is. It is truly one of the most beautiful places in the world and I am so blessed to have lived there for part of my life and still live only 45 minutes away. From the water looking like glass in the morning to the beautiful orange and red skies when the sun sets and the tree covered mountains in the background, Tahoe is beauty at its finest. I love the days I have spent at the beach and before summer is over I'll be hiking Mt. Tallac and riding the Flume Trail...if you want to join me, let me know!
Then there was the date that everyone looks forward to during summer...July 4th AKA INDEPENDENCE DAY or get excessively tanked, and not remember independence day...day. My fourth of July didn't consist of going to Zephyr beach and joining the madness. From what I heard, it was just like every other fourth of July at Zephyr...cool story. I spent July 3rd in North Lake Tahoe with some buddies, drank a few beers, watched the fire works, relaxed and that was good enough for me. The next day I woke up and drove to my parents house to see my father, mother, sister and three dogs. I watched Walker Texas Ranger with my dear mother, my dad made me turkey burgers, my little sister made me a bowl of ice cream, and I camped on the couch for hours. After the wonderful hospitality and love from my parents I left back to Reno to work and was not excited to say the least but hey....money made is always good.
I've had some great nights out, some with the boys from work and some with the amazing group of friends I have. I have also had some laid back nights watching movies, watching my new favorite TV show Ray Donovan, finding new music because I love music, or just sitting by a bon fire listening to some great tunes. I have been enjoying waking up and going to the gym everyday almost, and I can really see myself starting to look better and feel better, all the hard work is paying off. Suns out, guns out...Skies out, thighs out.
Summer is halfway over and is flying by. The days turn into nights so fast and it is already July. School starts next month and I cant believe I am finally entering my last semester of college. Its becoming real nerve wrecking on what the heck I am going to do with my life post-graduation. But I have faith and believing that something will happen and the right door will open. Life continues to throw curve balls, sinkers, and knuckle balls and my batting average is slowing increasing, dealing with all the things as they come along.
Hope everyone else is having a wonderful summer wherever you may be and making lifetime memories. More post coming soon!
Forrest Gump is one of my favorite movies, and who would have known it can teach you so much. Movies that I can take away something from and apply it to my own life, are my favorite movies. Check out this great little read :)
Life Lessons from Forrest Gump
Instead..... I am here in Reno. I am working at the same restaurant (where I feel like a pledge every night I work), taking a summer class, cleaning my house more then I need too, actually reading and finishing books, eating healthy (except for cheat days), and basically having a boring summer where I sit around 80 percent of the time trying to figure things out but never reaching a conclusion. But on the positive and exciting side of summer, Ive been going to Tahoe when I can, floating the river and slapping wine bags, Ive have some of the greatest nights so far at the Reno Rodeo, and also getting my ass back in shape and going to the muscle factory and running on a daily basis because Im sick of being a little out of shape shrimp.
I wish I could fulfill my summer fantasy dream. Living in a small hut on the beach where the sun and seagulls wake me up everyday. Starting my days by walking down the white sand carrying my surf board to shred some gnarly white caps with the orange sky from the sun rising over my head, then returning to my hut and eating banana oat pancakes for breakfast listening to reggae music. Then head to my underground muscle factory to work out. Then walk to my private dock, wearing a Tommy Bahama shirt, white cotton shorts or pants, sandals or sperrys, and hop on my sail boat. Then maybe head to my private jet and travel to destination unknown. But no, I cant do that....YET.
Anyway, I want to share some of the great memories of my summer so far....
First things first...Thank you baby Jesus for bringing the Rodeo to our beautiful biggest little city in the world and also thank you for allowing it to only last 10 days because within those 10 days, debauchery reaches new heights, bank accounts are heavily reduced due to Coors Light and Jack Daniel's, and also swing dancing is the Lord's shuffle. Bless all the cowgirls and the holy ground where the Jack Daniel's tent stood. And Bless this great country of America. Amen.
There are a few things I really dont like in my life and country music is one of them. But for 10 days out of the year I buy the cheapest cowboy hat I can find and sing all the catchy country songs we all know and join the thousands of people who take part in the Reno Rodeo. Well joining everyone who goes into the Jack Daniel's tent, which for me is the Rodeo. American flags, cowboy boots, cowboy hats, wranglers, country music, coors light and Jack Daniel's, beautiful women, and actually rodeo events, filled Reno for 10 days. Which is safe to say, the Rodeo is one of my favorite times of the year. But thank god it is over...
Also I played my first full round of 18 holes in golf and then participated in my first golf tournament...I think its safe to say that I am a pretty laid back, relaxed, and chill guy. The great game of Golf tests me and pushes my temper to extreme limits. I love and hate golf. I will loose countless amounts of golf balls, become extremely close to snapping every golf club over my knee and throwing them into the sagebrush, calling myself hurtful names and probably cussing every known swear word to myself. AND on top of all that, It was 105 degrees outside during my first tournament. I just wanted to bellyflop into the water holes around us and pour ice cold beer all over my face, but I didn't. Then by the 9th hole thunder, lightning, and as if the skys turned a fire hose on, we got drenched in rain. Northern Nevada weather at its finest. But what I do love about golf is driving golf carts, talking smack to my friends, and laughing at everyone else who I golf with because we are all terrible.
I still never get sick of how beautiful Lake Tahoe is. It is truly one of the most beautiful places in the world and I am so blessed to have lived there for part of my life and still live only 45 minutes away. From the water looking like glass in the morning to the beautiful orange and red skies when the sun sets and the tree covered mountains in the background, Tahoe is beauty at its finest. I love the days I have spent at the beach and before summer is over I'll be hiking Mt. Tallac and riding the Flume Trail...if you want to join me, let me know!
Then there was the date that everyone looks forward to during summer...July 4th AKA INDEPENDENCE DAY or get excessively tanked, and not remember independence day...day. My fourth of July didn't consist of going to Zephyr beach and joining the madness. From what I heard, it was just like every other fourth of July at Zephyr...cool story. I spent July 3rd in North Lake Tahoe with some buddies, drank a few beers, watched the fire works, relaxed and that was good enough for me. The next day I woke up and drove to my parents house to see my father, mother, sister and three dogs. I watched Walker Texas Ranger with my dear mother, my dad made me turkey burgers, my little sister made me a bowl of ice cream, and I camped on the couch for hours. After the wonderful hospitality and love from my parents I left back to Reno to work and was not excited to say the least but hey....money made is always good.
I've had some great nights out, some with the boys from work and some with the amazing group of friends I have. I have also had some laid back nights watching movies, watching my new favorite TV show Ray Donovan, finding new music because I love music, or just sitting by a bon fire listening to some great tunes. I have been enjoying waking up and going to the gym everyday almost, and I can really see myself starting to look better and feel better, all the hard work is paying off. Suns out, guns out...Skies out, thighs out.
Summer is halfway over and is flying by. The days turn into nights so fast and it is already July. School starts next month and I cant believe I am finally entering my last semester of college. Its becoming real nerve wrecking on what the heck I am going to do with my life post-graduation. But I have faith and believing that something will happen and the right door will open. Life continues to throw curve balls, sinkers, and knuckle balls and my batting average is slowing increasing, dealing with all the things as they come along.
Hope everyone else is having a wonderful summer wherever you may be and making lifetime memories. More post coming soon!
Forrest Gump is one of my favorite movies, and who would have known it can teach you so much. Movies that I can take away something from and apply it to my own life, are my favorite movies. Check out this great little read :)
Life Lessons from Forrest Gump
Friday, March 1, 2013
23 years Old or Young?
It amazing what God can bring to you and teach you in all aspects of your life and at all ages of your life. Anyway, Its been awhile that I have posted a blog update, mostly because of my lazy habits, school and work packed life, my passion for procrastination and and my addiction to have an over-busy schedule. So now that I am turning 23 years old, or young, or celebrating 23 years of life, I wanna take a look back on my life and how blessed I have been growing up in a world that brings me something new each day and teaches me something new each day. I hope you enjoy a little trip through my mind and life and are able to laugh, learn, think, relate, or cry.
23 years ago my 9lb 8oz little or well big ass was born in a town that my great great grandpa shared a name with...Milton.... Milton, Ontario, Canada (AKA The Great White North). My dad was going to name me Marshall Aurthor Heidt... because he thinks he is funny and taught martial arts and Marshall Aurthor was the closest sounding name to martial arts, but then he just gave me the new up-and-coming popular name of Kyle which he was oblivious to the name's growing popularity.
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As long as I got my suit and tie, Imma grow up and still look fly?! Maybe?
So thats me, nice little tuxedo, no teeth and fresh out of a beauty contest which I won. NBD... and was awarded most photogenic. NBD... But through my younger years I was told I was a happy baby and little kid, always making people smile, laugh, and brought happiness to others around me. SUPER cliche, for I feel like all babies and little kids have a sense of presence that bring joy to others, but to my parents I was a special gift. I still hope that I am able and have been able to make people smile, laugh, and bring happiness to others around me over the 23 years I have been living.
My Father once told me a beautiful thing to life, which I will never forgot; Creating another human being with the person you love can be the greatest gift life has to offer....I think the the beauty of it is watching someone who has a piece of their mother's heart and a piece of their father's heart, combined to make one heart, walk around and grow up showing similarities through out their life that each parent has. The math is simple 1+1=1. From two hearts comes one heart, and not only do they share a heart they share everything. Another thing that I have heard is you can't really value the true meaning of love until you create one of your own with the person you love. Seeing a piece of you outside of your body, grow up and look just like you, or their mother.
Growing up I have "loved" many things...sports, snowboarding, traveling, the beach, music, Lake Tahoe, Taco Bell, a great medium-rare steak, the mountains, writing, movies, and banana nut oatmeal pancakes. But compare that love to the love I have for my family and my friends...The love I have for my family and friends triumphs tremendously. Ive only told three women in my life that I love you, my mother and two sisters....And of course my grandmas :) But compare the things you say you love, or the way you use the word love, to the way you actually love your family and the closest people to you. Is it the same? Love is a powerful word! It can be the creator or the destroyer, the beginning or the end, the best thing or the worst thing. It's upsetting that we use it so freely and nonchalantly, when we forget the true meaning of love. Its a precious thing to be shared, thats why I keep it so dear to me. A favorite poet of mine named Rudy Francisco said, "I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in brail and my poems are never really finished because true love is endless." I suggest you watch him perform that poem here.. If I were a Love Poet Over the years I have always thought about love and what all the hype is about, I still learn everyday about it. Its just something to think about! Enough about this love talk....
Now if I were going to tell you allllll about my life it would take forever so I am doing to give you a quick edited edition of how-to-make-a-23-year-long-story-short for you to stay focused and for me to get to where I am at now.
Anyway 16-months after I was born, my little sister Danyelle Joylin Heidt stepped into this world and my parents received another blessing from God. We packed up and left Canada in 1992 and moved to beautiful Lake Tahoe. Almost 10 years later, my littlest sister Samantha Jasime Heidt came into the world. Now the math is still simple 1+1=3. We grew up in beautiful Lake Tahoe and I believe growing up in one of the most beautiful places in the world along with the way my parents raised me, I have become the man I am today.
To me, turning another year old no longer is exciting, but growing closer to the things you want to achieve, fulfill, experience, and create in life, becomes the new excitement.
Before 18, everyone is excited to be classified as an adult, move off on their own, have the options to order off of infomercials but not actually do it, and buy all the tobacco they want. But really it was like if you screw up bad, now you can actually get in serious trouble, being an adult and all. Your really just stuck at an age that made life even harder, yet you continue to grow.
Then you look forward to turning THE BIG 21...YAY!! OMG!! THIS IS AWESOME! I can't wait to go anywhere I want! I can go to the bars, spend all my money, drink all I want, wake up with a terrible hangover, have a feeling of guilt and emptiness after spending $100+ at the bar which you come to find out that was a tab at only one bar and you traveled through six, you're lucky to find your wallet and phone on your nightstand, maybe you freak out because you cant find your ID.... yet when you step out of the post-drinking haze mid-shower a small memory replays in your head and you realize your ID was in your wallet where you left it... idiot.... and now 40% of your income is spent on alcohol and club covers and you complain about never having any money. Oh my being 21 was awesome, Right?
Then you turn 22. Still have a little hype that it has been a year of legal drinking, and now all of a sudden you're "old." You continue life maybe acting like your still 21 or maybe someone called you an old geezer and you took it serious and had a quarter-life crisis and personal intervention. You are having friends getting engaged and married left and right and kids are popping out left and right, a real job in the future becomes a main priority. It kinda freaks you out a little and maybe you feel a urgency that you need to figure your shit out. Grow up a little because life is coming at you faster then you can blink.
Now I'm turning 23!! 23 years of growth, wisdom, and maturity right? Im the old guy now right? I can only play one basketball game before I get sore and actually have to ice and relax in order to heal. I cant even make it a full day snowboarding on the mountain without getting tired after realizing all I did was skate to the chairlift. A cup of coffee is no longer just a cup of coffee, it is a highly important beverage that must be consumed multiple times through the day in order to survive a FULL day. Waking up at 7 a.m. is cool, only to grow older and wake up earlier. Hair on top of your head no longer plays a factor, your gonna loose it eventually, so why not just shave it all off! I feel like all I do is school, homework, and work-work (the one that pays the bills). I can't remember the last time I stayed up past 11 p.m. during the week just because I "wasn't tired." Sleep is crucial, coffee is essential, and you can no longer live up to your drinking potential....or shouldn't.
And now the gut punching, palms sweating, makes you cry (on the inside) thoughts of "oh my, I graduate real soon, what is the next step in my life" and eventually "oh shit, I did just graduate, what now?"... come racing through your head.
That is the question gets me excited, worried, uncomfortable, stressed, happy, nervous, and thankful for turning 23 years young! I joke that I am now an "old man" but really I'm obviously not. The things I crave more then ever now are things that will give me a teaching about life. I have been raised to be a man, not a 23 year old boy. So the things I get most out of life now are the little things and the lessons that shape me more into a man. I have many dreams in life, but my biggest one is to grow to be even half the man that my father is. That man is the most influential man in my life and greatest father, husband, teacher, and friend anybody could as for. And my mother is my greatest inspiration.
Due to my mother's MS she doesn't remember much, but she remembers the day she met my father in church and told her mother that instant that she was going to marry that man. Now hundreds of years later (or 27) after they helped Noah get the animals off the ark as my dad says, they have built a covenant together that can not be broken.
Relationships are no longer just being a boy friend or a girl friend or even a friend for someone. It is more then that during, the middle, and in the end. No matter where life takes both of you, you should learn, grow, and better your life because of someone who came into your life. Wether they took a campsite for a few nights or built a mansion in your heart. They were put into your life for a reason! Don't use previous relationship as an excuse, use it as an example, lesson, test and move on. Raise your bar higher each time a relationship ends and don't settle for anything less. I know it is a lot easier said then done but it's the meaning and lesson we must apply to our life in which why we experience, what we experience. I am not trying to be a wise man, or lecture, its just how I have lived my life and how I have learned to live my life.
Now that I am turning 23, I am content with life and I love my life. Life has always been beautiful for me no matter what ups and downs that I've gone through. I love my own life and myself the same way I love my family and my friends and that is what gives me an inner bliss. There should be no selfishness or jealousy. I have to say I have learned so much the last few months of being 22. Sure I've gone out with my friends to the bars and maybe spent to much money or sucked back too many cold ones. Yea I've made some mistakes, said something rude or unintelligent, lost patience, have been stressed, but instead of having that bring me down, I have learned to move on and what has happened, has happened(Period) Use it to your advantage in growing into a better human being and a better man. Being a man takes a lot, every man still continues to grow. Maybe not bigger or taller or stronger, but in faith, knowledge, and wisdom. That is what I have gotten most out of the thought and finally turning 23.
With one more semester of college left, and major decisions to be made, I have to continue to believe that God has a plan for me and will direct me down the correct path. For now I stay relaxed, keep my laid back personality, take a deep breath once in awhile and keep my FAITH strong. Like my father tells me and I pass on, Life honestly does suck sometimes, but its never that bad. It is what you make of it, and everyone should make it as best as can be!!! SO REMEMBER....
To me, turning another year old no longer is exciting, but growing closer to the things you want to achieve, fulfill, experience, and create in life, becomes the new excitement.
Before 18, everyone is excited to be classified as an adult, move off on their own, have the options to order off of infomercials but not actually do it, and buy all the tobacco they want. But really it was like if you screw up bad, now you can actually get in serious trouble, being an adult and all. Your really just stuck at an age that made life even harder, yet you continue to grow.
Then you look forward to turning THE BIG 21...YAY!! OMG!! THIS IS AWESOME! I can't wait to go anywhere I want! I can go to the bars, spend all my money, drink all I want, wake up with a terrible hangover, have a feeling of guilt and emptiness after spending $100+ at the bar which you come to find out that was a tab at only one bar and you traveled through six, you're lucky to find your wallet and phone on your nightstand, maybe you freak out because you cant find your ID.... yet when you step out of the post-drinking haze mid-shower a small memory replays in your head and you realize your ID was in your wallet where you left it... idiot.... and now 40% of your income is spent on alcohol and club covers and you complain about never having any money. Oh my being 21 was awesome, Right?
Then you turn 22. Still have a little hype that it has been a year of legal drinking, and now all of a sudden you're "old." You continue life maybe acting like your still 21 or maybe someone called you an old geezer and you took it serious and had a quarter-life crisis and personal intervention. You are having friends getting engaged and married left and right and kids are popping out left and right, a real job in the future becomes a main priority. It kinda freaks you out a little and maybe you feel a urgency that you need to figure your shit out. Grow up a little because life is coming at you faster then you can blink.
Now I'm turning 23!! 23 years of growth, wisdom, and maturity right? Im the old guy now right? I can only play one basketball game before I get sore and actually have to ice and relax in order to heal. I cant even make it a full day snowboarding on the mountain without getting tired after realizing all I did was skate to the chairlift. A cup of coffee is no longer just a cup of coffee, it is a highly important beverage that must be consumed multiple times through the day in order to survive a FULL day. Waking up at 7 a.m. is cool, only to grow older and wake up earlier. Hair on top of your head no longer plays a factor, your gonna loose it eventually, so why not just shave it all off! I feel like all I do is school, homework, and work-work (the one that pays the bills). I can't remember the last time I stayed up past 11 p.m. during the week just because I "wasn't tired." Sleep is crucial, coffee is essential, and you can no longer live up to your drinking potential....or shouldn't.
And now the gut punching, palms sweating, makes you cry (on the inside) thoughts of "oh my, I graduate real soon, what is the next step in my life" and eventually "oh shit, I did just graduate, what now?"... come racing through your head.
That is the question gets me excited, worried, uncomfortable, stressed, happy, nervous, and thankful for turning 23 years young! I joke that I am now an "old man" but really I'm obviously not. The things I crave more then ever now are things that will give me a teaching about life. I have been raised to be a man, not a 23 year old boy. So the things I get most out of life now are the little things and the lessons that shape me more into a man. I have many dreams in life, but my biggest one is to grow to be even half the man that my father is. That man is the most influential man in my life and greatest father, husband, teacher, and friend anybody could as for. And my mother is my greatest inspiration.
Due to my mother's MS she doesn't remember much, but she remembers the day she met my father in church and told her mother that instant that she was going to marry that man. Now hundreds of years later (or 27) after they helped Noah get the animals off the ark as my dad says, they have built a covenant together that can not be broken.
Relationships are no longer just being a boy friend or a girl friend or even a friend for someone. It is more then that during, the middle, and in the end. No matter where life takes both of you, you should learn, grow, and better your life because of someone who came into your life. Wether they took a campsite for a few nights or built a mansion in your heart. They were put into your life for a reason! Don't use previous relationship as an excuse, use it as an example, lesson, test and move on. Raise your bar higher each time a relationship ends and don't settle for anything less. I know it is a lot easier said then done but it's the meaning and lesson we must apply to our life in which why we experience, what we experience. I am not trying to be a wise man, or lecture, its just how I have lived my life and how I have learned to live my life.
Now that I am turning 23, I am content with life and I love my life. Life has always been beautiful for me no matter what ups and downs that I've gone through. I love my own life and myself the same way I love my family and my friends and that is what gives me an inner bliss. There should be no selfishness or jealousy. I have to say I have learned so much the last few months of being 22. Sure I've gone out with my friends to the bars and maybe spent to much money or sucked back too many cold ones. Yea I've made some mistakes, said something rude or unintelligent, lost patience, have been stressed, but instead of having that bring me down, I have learned to move on and what has happened, has happened(Period) Use it to your advantage in growing into a better human being and a better man. Being a man takes a lot, every man still continues to grow. Maybe not bigger or taller or stronger, but in faith, knowledge, and wisdom. That is what I have gotten most out of the thought and finally turning 23.
With one more semester of college left, and major decisions to be made, I have to continue to believe that God has a plan for me and will direct me down the correct path. For now I stay relaxed, keep my laid back personality, take a deep breath once in awhile and keep my FAITH strong. Like my father tells me and I pass on, Life honestly does suck sometimes, but its never that bad. It is what you make of it, and everyone should make it as best as can be!!! SO REMEMBER....
If you fall or get knocked down.....
You can't stay down...
.....Get back up, smile and of course look good doing it!
I guess I still have 19 days of being 22...but If someone asks me how old I am, Ill just answer with "old enough" and I cant wait to be 24 so I can rent a car at a cheaper price. OH THE EXCITEMENT!
To finish it off, I have to say turning 23 is a blessing. I am so thankful for everything that I have in my life, Im thankful for all the wonderful people I have had the privilege to meet and come into my life. I have the most amazing family anyone could ask for, and the greatest friends I would not trade anything for.
I guess I still have 19 days of being 22...but If someone asks me how old I am, Ill just answer with "old enough" and I cant wait to be 24 so I can rent a car at a cheaper price. OH THE EXCITEMENT!
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