Follow Through

I've gotten a few stats saying that people are reading this, and I'm not sure why. But hey, there you are, so WELCOME! This is the sometimes not so sharp corner of my mind that speaks without filter. No, that doesn't mean that I'll be cussing and swearing until your grandma rolls over in her grave. It simply means I rarely delete what I put up here (unless it's for grammatical issues, see "Word Crimes" by Weird Al for a reference as to why I don't allow grammar mistakes). If you do find one, congratulations, probably won't change it. Sorry.

So I'm at a point in my education where I'm excited to be done with it, but I really don't want to go to class. I'm out the endure to the end portion of school. Oh well. I'm learning plenty, but half the time, I don't think it's from my classes. I think I might just try to get that nice little piece of paper so my wife has something to frame. But I honestly don't know if that's something I'm going to care about. My wife started her own social media management company which is doing well and I personally was infected with the entrepreneurial spirit (her, not so much). 

I think I really want to pursue random goals and projects, but I would have to be ok with followthrough. I heard a saying somewhere about the three F's, Faith, Family, and Follow through. I know that my faith isn't great, but my family is. My last post talked about how I really wanted to spend more time with my family. I think I need to do a little more to reinvigorate my faith though. 

Follow through has always been a struggle of mine. Heck, not only can my parents attest to that, but my teachers as far back as elementary school. I am still figuring out how I can have better follow through. As you can tell by these posts, I'm still struggling with follow through. 

I guess we'll see if I keep posting to this blog.

Manere Acuta.

A True Post

I'm so sick of trying to find a journal app that will sync, save, share, and date everything. Yes, I know such apps exist, I just don't care to put in a password each time or have to learn another program. So I'm using this as my journal (warning readers, in this blog you are free to leave comments, I'm just not sure if I'll care enough to publish them, or even read them. Just thought you should know). 

Lately I have found myself disinterested with the world around me minus my son and wife. I honestly care more about what is going on in their lives than my own. I want to spend time with them, heck, if I was given the option, I wouldn't wok, I wouldn't go to school, I would just spend my days with them. 

Now it's likely that you're one of two types of people. Those that love the idea and those that hate it. To some it is a dream come true, to others, a nightmare. For a long time, I was in the second camp. Howeverr, I currently find myself aligned with the first group. I think the fact that my son is one year old now has something to do with it.

The other part is my house is always a mess. No, I'm not talking about a few dishes in the sink type of mess, I'm talking about a minefield of toys, clothes, and likely cheerios strewn from my bedroom door to the front door. Honestly, I'd be happy to make it out of this place alive.

Now the question is "why do you want to be in such a messy house?" The answer to the question literally is because it is messy. I wish I had 3 days off where I could just clean. I wish that I could do that, but alas it will never happen. Not only have I been a slob most of my life, but so has my wife (sorry sweetie, throwing you under the bus with me) and my son is a hurricane of his own caliber now that he is walking.

I want this to change, but the only way I see it changing is by investing a lot of time into it. That or inventing a time machine. If any one has an extra, please send it my way. Heck, I'd settle for a time tuner even if I do have to greet the dark lord himeself.

So that is how I'm feeling today. No, it's not great, but it's true. After reading Mark Ecko's book "Unlabel" I have to put out the most true part of myself. So here is the purge, I hope you enjoy.

Oh, and by the way, my favorite quote from that book was "Art isn't something you throw on a canvas. Art is what you do with eh oxygen you breath and the experiences you create." (I'm pretty sure I paraphrased it). Just so you know, if you have sensitive ears, don't read/listen to the book. It really doesn't care how delicate your language is.

Well, let's hope I can keep up something authentic. 

Manere Acuta.