I love my job:
– Sitting in a leather trimmed 2014 Mazda6
-Nice and warm versus outside
-Live tweeting for a Mazda dealership
-Enjoying EDM on Bose speakers
Nothing really ‘clicked’ with me today, it was more of a sensation that I woke up to after a very long, painful run this afternoon.
I’m slowing down…
The title of this post should terrify you.
Darco and I were in the apartment this morning, plotting out our world domination [per usual], and we started speaking about her opportunity for promotion with Starbucks this month.
That’s when we took a break, and started crunching some ‘hypothetical’ numbers. We factored in my monthly pay, and her adjusted pay with her new pay salary when she promotes [trust me, she's going to promote]. That’s when we sat in the bedroom, nearly startled at our discovery.
Darco gets promoted, and I maintain the position I currently have with the investment firm in Kansas City; we could actually be…in theory…
100% debt free by Christmas of 2015
Some of you know of my college debt, and there has been some theme of it throughout this site. Darco and I, myself nearly shaking, just kept going over the numbers and realizing. It’s possible. After a decade of personal debt, there is a potential light at the end of the tunnel. When you’ve dealt with such high debt for so long you tend to just acknowledge that it’s something you’re just going to ‘deal with’ for the rest of your life; like a house mortgage.
What if that wasn’t the case?
Sure, it does revolve around a giant if but…can you just wrap your head around that concept?
Looked in the mirror for a few minutes tonight. Studied my hairline, looked at the cut on my face from “the dark one”, and even flexed my arms a little.
I’m getting older.
Not wiser, just older.
I see it in my eyes, my skin, even my facial hair. I truly am closer to thirty versus twenty. I can’t pull off “the kid” look, even if I wanted to. I’m not upset about this late breaking news, just recognizing one of those moments in life where I’m changing.
My job is wonderful.
My wife is beautiful.
The people behind the Kansas City Shock are incredibly inspirational.
I’m optimistic with a fading past, in a body that looks it time on this planet. God has given me a life that I’ll never measure up to, and I never, ever deserved.
It’s alright not being the youngest, freshest, or forever holding on to history’s ways.
The future is bright. The world is vast. I’ll take aging skin and vanishing hair; it’s God’s way of showing that I’m living a wonderful life.
Spending some time eating some authentic Italian food at Sal & Joe’s.
Needless to say, there are some pretty shots.
Speaking of shots…
Tonight we wound up in an Irish Pub talking shop, soccer, and other wondrous things. Even witnessed a soccer coach pass out drunk, and fall over a chair.
The true highlight was this:
One of our players had been selected by a team in the National Women’s Soccer League, the professional league in North America. This is the Irish Pub celebrating for her as she walked in.
To our knowledge, the only team in our league to have a player get drafted professionally. That’s pretty cool.
Next? Sleep. Our real meeting starts tomorrow at 8:00 AM. Get ready for the circus!