I haven’t written much lately. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, I just feel like a writer should make good use of a reader’s time and my life has been fairly uninteresting.
I don’t mean that in a negative way. I work a 9 to 5 job, come home to a beautiful wife and daughter. On the weekends we try to get out and see the sites in Austin in between the yard work and maintenance that comes with owning a house. Little by little we’re making it our home.
I recently finished my first semester at St. Edwards MBA program with a 4.0. The most exciting things I have to look forward to are Kara’s foray into the Roller Derby world which you can read about yourselves over at:
and watching my beautiful daughter grow up entirely too fast. I’m happy, despite missing my friends. I’m lucky, despite the usual growing pains that come with a young smart assed kid learning what it means to become a respectable husband and father. Much of that learning comes from making mistakes. If you’re like me, sometimes you end up studying the same lesson a few times before it finally sinks in.
Being so far from my friends has afforded me the opportunity to realize how much of my identity was wrapped up in them. I often find myself pondering who I really am, or more importantly, what I want to become.
A brief but succinct definition would be: a leader. I want to make the world a better place, for my daughter, for future generations for everyone now. I can’t possibly do it alone, so I must learn to effectively inspire people, to touch their hearts. Fuel their ambitions. Enable them to be successful in achieving their own dreams.
Like with any good ambition it starts at home. Recently Kara has been a flourish with activity, in addition to roller derby she’s been a creative force; writing articles and screenplays. Designing and selling custom clothing and as always, cutting and styling hair. I try my best to contain my pride, but will continue to do whatever I can to support her in her ambitions. I’m excited to see Tiger pick up on these talents as she grows up.
In the interim, I’d love to hear from you dear readers, about your lives and your passions. And I promise next time I’ll have more to say.
Take a look at this. That right there is the mail. Now, let’s talk about the mail. Can we talk about the mail, please, Mac? I’ve been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, okay. Pepe Silvia- this name keeps coming up over and over again. Everyday, Pepe’s mail keeps getting sent back to me. Pepe Silvia- Pepe Silvia. I look in the mail, this whole box is PEPE SILVIA! So I say to my…self, I’ve gotta find this guy. I’ve gotta go up to his office. I’ve gotta put the mail in his goddamn hands otherwise he’s never gonna get it. It’s gonna keep coming back down here. So, I go up to Pepe’s office and what do I find out Mac? What do I find out? There is no Pepe Silvia! The man does not exist, okay. So, I decide, ohh shit buddy, I’ve got to dig a little deeper. There’s no PEPE SILVIA! You’ve got to be kidding me, I’ve got boxes full of Pepe! Alright, so I start marching my way down to Carol in H.R. and I knock on her door and I say “CAROLL CARRROLLLLLL!! I’ve gotta talk to you about Pepe!” And when I open the door, what do I find? There’s not a single goddamn desk in that office. There is no Carol in H.R. Mac, half the employees in this building have been made up. This office is a goddamn ghost town.