In the pouring rain…
Darco and I got into Kansas City around 6:00 last night. After a short ride home, bags were kept shut, I did some paperwork, and called it a night.
By 9:00 I was moving out the four this morning, back to Kansas City for a project I’ve been working on…forever. Slightly nervous, and prayers are appreciated.
I expect my body to give up to solid sleep tonight.
-D-
Got a two hour nap since returning from Reno this morning. All packed and heading to the airport. Cannot believe we don’t drove 900 miles in one day!
Also found my vacation location when it is time for rest: Sparks, Nevada and Lake Tahoe. Anytime business is required out here I’ll always go through Reno, not Las Vegas.
Yeah, there was nothing out there…
-D-
Been on the road for nearly seven hours now. Twenty miles from our final destination. We have driven through deserts, sand storms, sleet, snow, and rain. It’s been insane.
And we are driving back tonight.
-D-
Day Two:
Darco and myself can be summed up in one word: exhausted.
Moving to the meeting today, we were in for a 12 hour experience. It varied from all degrees of soccer in the league, but this much I was able to walk away with; we’re doing something right. We were immediately recognized for the social media stance that our program has. Following Darco and I actually got involved in the open forum discussions, not what I was expecting for our first adventure with the AGM.
Outside of the soccer world Las Vegas is…depressing. Everywhere I go it is the same: smoke, old carpets, craps tables, and people that just want to ‘live’. I’ve never felt more uncomfortable in my life. Strange sensation as there are simple .01 slots everywhere, $10 craps tables, and buffets galore, but all of it seems…gross. I see these bright towers and I think of skyscrapers, offices, business, corporations, etc…but they’re all casino’s and hotels. That’s it. Sorry to all of the Las Vegas fans out there, but I’m not overly impressed.
Heading to bed now, need to be up by 5:00 AM tomorrow so we can head up north to Sparks, Nevada to see our wonderful friends at Legacy FC.
-D-
That was a whirlwind of a day! Got to KCI late due to work interference, barely made the flight.
Wound up in Phoenix with under an hour to cross the terminal before flight number two left for Vegas.
Rolled into Sin City, found In-N-Out Burger, drove the strip, found the hotel.
Destroyed a four beef patty burger, fries, and Coke. I’m falling asleep while I type this.
Very stressful day, but tomorrow the crazy really kicks in. Convention time.
All is well in the city that never sleeps.
-D-
Want to know how to get out of a rut?
Found the answer. Posting more later, but to the gym first!
New day. New morning. Trying to shake out of this rut. He’s got this, I know He does.
-D-
I hate coloring.
I failed coloring.
I. Ate. The. Crayon.
This is my acceptance of my life.
From physical notion of the characteristics of one’s artistic ability, I fall quite short. However, in the unmentioned aspect of ‘coloring’ tends to be an area that I have excellent within my life; more so to the pain of MC and Jim and pleasure to myself versus anything else, but none-the-less it is something I’ve greatly enjoyed.
Off the paper.
I love to color outside the lines.
As an adolescent it was solely for the desire to go against the grain, and try to find my identity so that I could be ‘different’ from the rest [which really meant by being different I was being like everyone else...*cues quote from The Incredible's*]. However, as time has progressed through the acne-driven years into the further painful experience of growing up; I still color outside the lines, it’s a natural reaction for me, it’s literally a part of my life, genetic code, identity.
And I love it.
This week I was faced with unusual challenge, one that would test that notion, and of course it had to deal directly with the Kansas City Shock. I made a choice, and on paper it wasn’t necessarily the popular option, but it ran along the line of where my ‘ethical line’ is in business. Those who have dealt with me already in that field know that I’m rather keen on how business is conducted [there is a black and a white in my book].
It was a unique choice, something that no one but myself cornered me into doing. There was no outside pressure, it was inward pressure…what I also would refer to as conviction of seeing something taking place in front of you, and knowing that regardless of your choice in the grand scheme it probably wouldn’t matter either way. However, I grabbed that trusted crayon that I had munched on for years, and just drew that line straight out of the status quo and standard beliefs.
It painted a picture, it told a story, and it explained exactly where I stand.
The rest of the world may have no clue what the actual event was, but man I slept great last night.
Life is still a struggle, and I’m still struck in a nasty rut, but little moments like that; they allow me to know that I’m at least still pushing in the right direction.
I’m still daring to be different.
Yes, this is a signed copy of “Renegades Write The Rules” from author Amy Jo Martin.
I’m still coloring outside the lines.
-D-
