Practice Makes Perfect

Everyone who is anyone has heard the phrase “practice makes perfect”. As a kid, I played every sport I could. I’ve played almost all the common sports in some organized fashion. Well, all of them except for hockey (for obvious reasons), although I do love The Mighty Ducks, and always wanted to try street hockey…but that’s beside the point.

Speaking of, I’ve noticed that I have a reoccurring pattern in my writing. I start with a premise or viewpoint or whatever, and as I try to describe it or relate it, I always get pulled into some other direction. It’s like I know what I want to say, and as I say it, I want to say more. It sounds weird but I feel like my thoughts are like cats on fire in my head- bouncing around all over the place. Forming a complete thought is like trying to herd them to a lake…

If you know, you know. If not, I guess that was just for me, and ill deal with the CPR later.

The crazy part of trying things when you are young is that there is endless potential in everything you do. My dad used to have this saying, especially whenever I was learning to play a new instrument. He would say something to effect of, “How many fingers does Ray Charles/Jimi Hendrix/whoever have?” I’d answer with the obvious, 10. And he’d continue, “How many keys does he have on his piano/guitar/whatever?” I’d answer, “The same amount I have”. And he’d say with confidence, “The only difference between you and them is a little bit of talent and a whole lot of time,” which was my cue to practice.

I’ve learned recently that some people are naturally funny, but in trying stand up comedy, I know that you can even get better at that too. I know that the hard work I’m putting in now will make me better in the future. I know that the more I write these blogs, the better I will become at focusing my thoughts, and conveying my true message.

If you want to get better at something, practice! Afraid to talk to girls? Practice! Want to become a morning person? Practice! Want to be a better friend/spouse/brother/sister? Practice! Basically, what I’m saying is, life is a journey and (almost) anything is possible. If you want it, reach. If you enjoy it, practice!

(no animals were/are harmed in the writing of this blog)

California’s Not a Dream

One year ago today, I moved from Florida to good ol’ expensive ass California – to have all my dreams and savings crushed into nothing so I’d inevitably start considering creating that sugardaddy.com  profile after all. Nah, I’m playing…my dreams aren’t all crushed yet, my sugar daddy will definitely pay my student loans. Aside from realizing how real all the rumors were about Cali, like the traffic..and that it is in fact, really f**king expensive..I feel good about my move. Yea, I’m baaaasically broke…But I am having THE time of my life.  I can’t stress enough the amount of times this year alone I’ve had to take a moment to myself, breathe in, and think, “I did this.” I created this life for myself, and this life really is mine. I have a whole group of amazing new friends, I’ve been to countless festivals (ahem…yes Coachella included, duh), I had a surprise birthday party, I’m co-producing a comedy show next month…Guys, I even tried standup comedy for the first time…and for a first time it was pretty damn cool, PEOPLE THOUGHT I WAS FUNNY!Crazyiknowright. It’s just been that fantastic and that alone has been unbelievable to me at times. I value my experiences and having the memories that I do so much more than any material thing. Over the years I’ve constantly looked back on my 20s with mostly smiles on my face – not just about all the tough lessons and adversity I have overcome trying to figure out who I really was blah blah etc.., but on all the late reckless nights and adventures I’ve been on too. These are the things that will last a lifetime. And guys, I just landed a new kick ass job – so I won’t be so broke anymore! Goodbye glucose father! &Like yea, CA is probably still going to rape me financially…but I guess that’s just the price I’m paying for some “priceless” experiences, sprinkled with an immeasurable wealth of personal growth and…yea I gotta say it, self-love. I’m technically rich AF!!!