I hate spending large volumes of money, but this is an exception:
Keys handed over.
Apartment is mine!
He is so, so good.
I hate spending large volumes of money, but this is an exception:
Keys handed over.
Apartment is mine!
He is so, so good.
I’m in bed, relaxing, getting ready to sleep.
A bit early in comparison to the past several nights. I’m getting my rest, because aside from some morning paperwork, tomorrow I put down the first months rent, the rest of the deposit, and my Labor Day weekend begins [most notably 'Labor'], as I’ll be taking Friday and Saturday [Sunday, dependent on the risk of rain] to move all of my stuff into my apartment [thankfully most of it hasn't been touched since it was stored this time last year]. On the side, I’ll be taking in a soccer tournament at the local university.
I’m nervous, I still have so much to do. Of course, I’m always crunching numbers; making sure financially this is going to work.
Sink or swim time…
I’m diving in.
If you haven’t done so, and you’ve been following this journey for a while; I strongly encourage you to take a look back at the entries that line up a year from this date, or a few days in between. I even find myself eagerly looking through the thoughts from myself minus one year in experience.
While I don’t plan on making a habit of it; I’d like to show you something fascinating that I found from September 4, 2011. Please click on the highlighted links and see if you can make the connection:
- Find an apartment for rent and get out of my parents hair
- Correct my finances [already in better shape with a new accounting ledger]
- Rock my job [so far, so good]
- Get that mile under six minutes
- Friend’s wedding in Maryland in January [pumped]
- Travel internationally [this one is going to be a riot, most months I have the last week off...therefore I am 'free to move about the country' and beyond...coffee in Paris? Not unrealistic anymore.]
- Look at a new car
- Wait for “her”
This was not planned. I mean, any list was meant to be accomplished, but noting that literally each one of these items in one year have been taken care of. Wow. That doesn’t even include finding an amazing church body at MoVal and starting my own business. I’ll confess that with each of this, I’ve worked to adjust myself from experience in the past, in order to be more prepared [and hopefully mature] for the items that take place.
With that said, I cannot take credit for the fact of what’s taken place in the past year. A few days ago I was doing an interview with a magazine company based out of Salt Lake City, Utah; speaking on behalf of the creation of the Kansas City Shock. Towards the end of our conversation [in which I confess, I talked WAY too much] it just came out; I couldn’t help it. I just started blurting out the past year of emotions, challenges, and adventures. I have no idea where this man stands on the concept of faith, religion, and everything in between, but I distinctly remember saying, “Dude [so professional], you have no idea how good God has been to me”.
Even if I don’t want to speak on behalf of God [and some days, sadly I don't]; I can’t resist it, the message has to be shared. You cannot deny what happens in one year, you cannot deny progress like this, you cannot deny an adventure like that. You can’t deny this life, and I cannot deny my God.
P.S. Can you even imagine what the next year could hold?
So how long have you two been dating?
Easily the number one question of curiosity that my girlfriend and I receive when we’re wandering around the world, not on business for the Kansas City Shock [world=Kansas City]. Fascinatingly, neither one of us take a moment to actual give a definitely answer. Similar to the fact that under my request, if you can find us on Facebook, you will not see a ‘In A Relationship’ post. Why? No need. It isn’t that I’m unaware of a social world [hence this site], it is merely that I don’t see the reason for the announcement that tends to reflect more of a business transaction and/or high school gossip.
The other realization is…we don’t actually know. I guess technically you could say since Guatemala, but there is still the implication that we’ve been together longer then that. So, maybe a few months, maybe half a year? I’m not very sure, but I can tell you from the different relationship adventures in my life time, this one sure is nice. I think part of it is due to the lack of pressure. In high school and college [more so in college], there’s such a stress to find ‘the one’, that way we all know what to do once we graduated. Get married, two story house, white picket fence, etc…
Thankfully, I’ve already taken that route and I can assure you this: not, quite, it for myself.
My girlfriend knows that. The other key I’m learning with her, is the vast amount of honesty. I have to be honest. There are areas from my past marriage, where I wasn’t, and I cannot speak to you how damaging that was to our relationship.
I suppose this post is merely to ideally boast about my girlfriend [and to randomly attach tangents of thought, like most posts].
Today, I had some trouble with work. A mistake that is completely on me in every way, shape, and form. It really sent me into panic mode. I’m sitting here, staring at this error, knowing how important this job is, and that I couldn’t afford to screw something up. It’s the first time I had to tell my supervisor, “I just screwed up”. In the midst of my, well, stupidity; I contacted my girlfriend. I simply asked if she could stop by the house; realistically, I was just looking for a hug. We’re almost twenty miles apart [for a few more days], and even though she had to go to work; she came down, just to listen.
The same woman who randomly went with me to Dallas in February; because I had no one else to travel with.
The same woman who stayed up late just to Skype with me while I was in Guatemala.
The same woman who was nearly bouncing with excitement as I stepped into the airport.
Loyal, faithful, and enduring.
Consider this post merely a moment to be proud of what I’ve been blessed with, and hopefully a slight show of developed maturity through the process.
Slowly, but surely I’m starting to understand this concept, the idea of the theme behind the term; unconditional.
And between you and me? I think I like it.
I am amazed at what I found trolling through cyberspace.
This is a true story. While I was in college, K8 and I were good friends, and K8 ran track at the university. One of her friends was Jenny. Jenny and I knew each other through school and athletics, and that was about it. I lost track of Jenny far before I lost track of K8. However, as the Kansas City Shock started to take place, K8 kept talking about a new start up business in Kansas City. Put in motion from Jenny and her husband. We met up, talked shop, just caught up. This was months ago. With the continual success of the Shock, we’ll take publicity just about anywhere we can find it. That’s when K8 and Jenny came up with the idea that we could be the first program to reap the benefits of this new business. Jenny got to work and actually created the crest for the program, the digital flyers for the tournament, and has just been going ‘sandbox mode’ on the company.
It was a few weeks ago that I noticed an adjustment. A new company kept following us and putting up photos and other random ideas. Jenny and her husband had officially launched their own business: Weber Creative Arts. Of course the Shock started promoting them everywhere we could; Twitter, Facebook, word of mouth, even on Google+ now. It’s been a whirlwind of God’s grace. Truly.
Tonight, while just relaxing for a spell; I was browsing Facebook like a good young adult, and that’s when I saw it. Weber Creative had launched a new digital poster; highlighting the Kansas City Shock.
As you can note below, there is no reason not to be shocked. I am very, very fortunate, and very blessed at how God makes so many things come full circle. Be sure and hit up Weber Creative on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+!
Almost out the door when I took a quick peak at the site…
13,900 views!?!?!? WHAT!
Ladies and gentlemen, that’d be 100 short of 14,000 views.
I’m officially amazed.
I was that kid.
You know, that one. I wore standard jeans a t-shirt with some old basketball shoes to class in high school, every, single, day. It never changed. As a Senior I tried to spice it up with a button up shirt, unbuttoned, with some good ‘Jesus’ shirt underneath [for the record: to those who sport the shirt that reads "I broke a rule. I prayed in school." You didn't break a rule, it isn't unconstitutional, and it isn't illegal. For the love of all things good and holy, please stop wearing that shirt].
It basically amounted to this, I wasn’t trendy, and I wasn’t chic. More and more over it ended with this; I was a hick.
Understand that it wasn’t directed towards four wheel drive, muddy trucks, and country music…ugh…The concept was merely the belief and idea that I am indeed from a rural background, and have spent most of my life among trucks, corn, and cows. I didn’t wear w[st]ranglers to class, and I wasn’t part of the FFA. I didn’t ride dirt bikes, ATV’s, or horses; I walked. I’m not a giant fan of deer hunting, but I partake in it for the sake of hating to pay prices for beef. It’s where I grew up, but it wasn’t necessarily who I was.
When I entered college I dated a young woman from South County St. Louis [in reference to the geographical area divided up of one, St. Louis county]. She was very sweet, and for my first girlfriend; I did pretty well. However, as we were together one thing continued to change. My wardrobe. She understood, the best she could, that I was from the sticks. On the same token though, I had to visit her frequently; meaning trips along I-70 and I-44 into St. Louis. A terrifying experience for anyone that has dared the drive from either side. She would take me shopping, to Cardinal’s games, outdoor theaters, and a Italian themed demographic neighborhood referred to as “The Hill”. As time progressed, as do my wardrobe [this is where I discovered my uncanny taste towards Izod Polo's], I started to realize the big city wasn’t that bad. Yes, to this day I am still not a fan of St. Louis itself, but an urban concept isn’t unreal.
Between those years and now I’ve subjected to my hometown [1,538], my college town [9,000], the town I coached in , and the town I was going to teach in . As you can see, the numbers aren’t exactly in the favor of growth. That’s when I took my current job with Subway. These loons that I work for enjoyed the notion that I was from a small town, so I better understand business planning for rural development. However, it also meant that I would need to adapt because whether I wanted to or not, they were sending me into our stores in the metroplex known as “Kansas City: So good one state can’t handle it”.
As the months have gone by, as have the lattes, I’ve discovered much about Kansas City. From the wonderful spa location in Lee’s Summit, Missouri on the southeast side of the area, to the insanity that traffic between 291, 152, and I-35 in Liberty, Missouri across to The Legends and Livestrong Sporting Park [where I'll be tonight], south to the richest county in the United States; Johnson County, Kansas; to finally the towers, coffee, suits and ties that make up the heart of downtown Kansas City. I’ve seen a gun flashed at me, hit us for bus fare, I’ve talked to businessmen, and have even found myself in the regional headquarters of Google. The Kansas City Shock is based in the city, and due to this I’m all things soccer all the time the city of fountains [most fountains in a city in the world minus Venice, Italy; plus the largest privately owner continues fountain in the world]. Last evening my girlfriend and I had our weekly date night. It consisted of the standard; Starbucks, and an introduction for her: Oklahoma Joe’s BBQ. It is no secret that Kansas City, as a cow town, prides itself on its BBQ and OK Joe’s is one of the best of the best. I’ve witnessed it a handful of times, and my girlfriend, who is from St. Joseph to the north hadn’t been there before. Of course she loved it [you can't turn away good BBQ].
The night was spent in Kansas City. In Johnson County, far removed from our lives where we currently exist. We took our time laughing and carrying on while working on fries, ‘The Z-Man”, and some heavenly sauce. Afterwards we washed it down with Americano’s [best I've had from a Starbucks], and whatever she drinks [she works there, so her drink is quite special], and just sat outside for what felt like hours just talking about everything imaginable.
We went over my ex-wife, the grudges I have, the reminder from my girlfriend that I’ve got to eventually forgive [emphasis on eventually]. We hit hard topics, like reasons my marriage failed, and what mistakes I made and what I learned from it. We talked growth spiritually, the moves taking place in MoVal for her, and just what our future could be. I spoke on my distaste of white picket fences, two story homes, and 2.3 kids. Dreamed of salaries, raises, IRS, and other financial entertainment. We were a couple. A young couple just dreaming about the future.
While the Starbucks along 119th and I-35 started to close, we hopped in the car and started to drive back through the metro area to get to the other rural side of things [to the north]. She spoke while I turned onto the ramp, “You know, we should just stay the night in Kansas City. Nice hotel, and just enjoy the comforts of the city.”
It was at that point, while enjoying the evening, looking towards the future, and understanding where we were, that I, the kid who once were jeans, t-shirts, and basketball shoes, in my khaki’s, dress shoes, and Real Madrid jersey simply stated that the more and more we’re living the more and more we’re quickly falling in love with this city. We’re not urban yuppies, but similar to the Kansas City Shock, and all other comfortable positions I’ve locked myself into, Kansas City each day feels a little more like home.
P.S. I would have photos from last night to share, but due to the ‘no-technology’ rule that we’ve both implemented on ourselves, photos don’t take place.
It’s been running through my mind quite a bit frequently; I suppose you could say this another one of my big steps in restoring my life [turns out that like an old car, one never fully restores a life; only when ones life ends has it been truly restored, but I digress], and the concept of moving into an apartment is quite the daunting task. Financially, physically, and emotionally:
I’m sure, like any other person, this is a common step in life. Going out, on your own, your first place to call your own [or at least your first bills to deal with on your own]. I’m moving into a city of 75,000 people; no one knows how that is going to bode for myself…or the city. Coffee will be running through this apartment 24/7, and I’m actually going to have a room specifically for an office.
This time around I have no reason or excuse to complain. Simply put, with this step, I’m just blessed. Simply blessed to even have the opportunity. God has been so, so good to me. My never ending, sinful soul didn’t and doesn’t deserve an ounce of faith, but He still loves me; I still am embraced in His grace.
Moving day is next Saturday!
I need a haircut. It is that time once again. I tried to form a new “usual” up north, but last night their “walk-in’s welcome” failed miserably when no one was there.
I have court today, and with my shirt and tie, I’d like to look the role. So, I left early today with Modern Barbers on my mind.
This is the barber shop in the town I went to college in. They are the classic, small town, small talk barber shop. They were the first place I had my hair cut when I wasn’t home. That was in 2005, seven years later Jared still remembers how I like my cut.
It is no secret that when I moved back home, I would travel to get my hair chopped. I thought I would grow out of it, but I kept finding myself in the chair.
Today was special. Jared told me that his father, the founder of the place, died in June. His father cut my hair in 2005 and introduced me to the town. I later found out that he grew up ten miles from my hometown. Small world. I told Jared my story, the divorce, Subway, and of course the Kansas City Shock.
That’s the moment he told me about his organization, Abundance Ministries, that ships crates of goods to country’s in Central America.
Our final discussion before we parted ways?
If I knew anyone interested in donating soccer balls to Central America…
It’s always amazing to see God remind you to stay on the path you’re on.
…not to mention my hair looks much better for only $10…