Yesterday I was all prepared to tell you about having a conversation with a friend was able to shift my attitude towards the stress in my life at the moment...
I mean, going from being quoted as saying, "This is about working so hard for a dream only to find that the dream doesn't want shit to do with me..." To something more like, "Never give up hope. Without hope there's nothing and I can't accept that."
A shift like that is definitely worth sharing...
However, as my day wore on it dawned on me that July 19th is not only my daddy's birthday, I guess he'd have been about 71? But it's also the anniversary of my first day of school at 'car college.'
It reminds me of that 'destiny' feeling I had when registering for school way back.
It reminds me of how terrified I was...having moved halfway across the country to do this thing...with no background...no experience...
It reminds me of that stone cold determination that got me to put one foot in front of the other and show up for class anyway.
It reminds me of celebrating the first July 19th anniversary...and being able to look back and see how much I'd ACTUALLY learned about cars. That despite all that fear, it turned out that I was actually pretty good at body work.
And here we are again...another July 19th...sure did creep up on me.
This year I'm thinking about...HOLY CRAP I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY MADE IT OUT THE OTHER SIDE OF CAR COLLEGE! And I can't believe that I actually went ahead and got a job in the industry.
I'm thinking about how the people around me influence my ability to work.
I'm thinking about what a sexist prick my boss is and that I'm not going to let him make my quitting about ME and something I've done wrong.
I'm thinking...ok, I'm super disappointed...I really wanted this shit to work out here...but it's not...
What does that mean?
It means the dream is still out there...
Still able to be chased down and have the shit kicked out of it...
I mean, going from being quoted as saying, "This is about working so hard for a dream only to find that the dream doesn't want shit to do with me..." To something more like, "Never give up hope. Without hope there's nothing and I can't accept that."
A shift like that is definitely worth sharing...
However, as my day wore on it dawned on me that July 19th is not only my daddy's birthday, I guess he'd have been about 71? But it's also the anniversary of my first day of school at 'car college.'
It reminds me of that 'destiny' feeling I had when registering for school way back.
It reminds me of how terrified I was...having moved halfway across the country to do this thing...with no background...no experience...
It reminds me of that stone cold determination that got me to put one foot in front of the other and show up for class anyway.
It reminds me of celebrating the first July 19th anniversary...and being able to look back and see how much I'd ACTUALLY learned about cars. That despite all that fear, it turned out that I was actually pretty good at body work.
And here we are again...another July 19th...sure did creep up on me.
This year I'm thinking about...HOLY CRAP I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY MADE IT OUT THE OTHER SIDE OF CAR COLLEGE! And I can't believe that I actually went ahead and got a job in the industry.
I'm thinking about how the people around me influence my ability to work.
I'm thinking about what a sexist prick my boss is and that I'm not going to let him make my quitting about ME and something I've done wrong.
I'm thinking...ok, I'm super disappointed...I really wanted this shit to work out here...but it's not...
What does that mean?
It means the dream is still out there...
Still able to be chased down and have the shit kicked out of it...
keep truckin'