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#getyourpraiseon


Our pastor at MoVal has some inalienable truths:
1. God is real
2. Duck Dynasty is a tool of His
3. Raccoon trapping is a form of worship

We’re close on truths:
1. God is real
2. Soccer is a tool of His
3. BBQ is a form of worship

Saturday I had a great pleasure. I put my work clothes away, hung up my Kansas City Shock jacket, and headed out for the day. Allow me to introduce you to “8 bit BBQ”:

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Boom baby

“8 bit” consists of my friend, Sam, and his friends from Kansas City. Nerds, science, and sauce. Behold: “8 bit BBQ”. They were involved in the 18th annual Platte City BBQ Contest. They were one of 52 teams (and easily the youngest in that mix of hillbilly deluxe) with entries in chicken, pork, pork ribs, and brisket (dessert optional, but only cheesecake wins).

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Burnt Ends: Kansas City Style

Thanks to Jim and MC, I love BBQ. Not just eating it, but the gift of it (Jim is a natural). So, I spent all day in beautiful weather, outside, down the road from a very work invested area just enjoying BBQ, family, and friends. It was relaxing (aside from plating) and fun. I chilled for four guys my age, similar stresses, similar backgrounds, and for a few hours yesterday…I was just a 25 year old guy. How’d the event end? With a 4th place in ribs (hot dang, top photo here) and the results of Sam’s parents ‘beer run’.

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Boulevard Win

It. Was. Fun.
I. Had. Fun.

Spiritual ramifications from the day? Yes. Plenty. Why am I getting my praise on?

1. BBQ was good
2. Boulevard was cold
3. God is good

That’s a day of peace.

-D-


O: Unspeakable


I’m just in awe.

I mean…mind being blown doesn’t even describe.

I’ve been searching for words for this post most of the day. The home opener for the Kansas City Shock is May 25th, 2013 at Kansas City Kansas Community College. There have been several bumps along the way, especially as of late, but in the past week…God is just doing something…amazing. Something only He can do. The nice part about my life is being able to sit back and knowingly not be able to take credit for what is taking place. From sponsors, to airfare for players, to practice fields, to things that I never even dreamed up…this week has been incredible. Unbelievable I even had someone tell me, “We’d like to work with you, because we believe God is doing great things in your program.” I mean…wow…mission field? Found!

As I stare out the window this evening, watching the lightning flash all around it is the most comforting feeling in the world to know you’re exactly where God wants you to be. There’s no denying, no describing it, you just know…and it never gets old. I think God almost enjoys thinking, “Alright, he is waking up. What can I do today that’ll just blow him away?” I’m pretty sure that’s how He works, and He gets a kick out of it too.

The Kansas City Shock is rocking and it’s been a blast. Honestly, today was one of those days that I even forgot the concept of how or why this website was ever created. Unfortunately, that realization was short lived this evening. My girlfriend is known to wander throughout the Facebook world [no, none of us are safe], and had looked up my ex-wife. Now, due to the restraining order from a few years ago, I stay out of it and away from any of it. That, and really, I don’t care. However, as my girlfriend said tonight, “I was just curious on getting an idea of who you were before we met” [she's curious like that]. Repeatedly I had asked her to stay off my ex-wife’s Facebook page, but I quickly learned that if she wasn’t sharing information with me [that I didn't want to know], other people around me were doing so instead.

She beat everyone else to the punch tonight. There we were, heading to dinner after church, she had brought up the Facebook page. That turned into an argument, she left it alone, and then she started crying. Now, my girlfriend, as special as she is…is not a crier. That’s not her style, so this had me confused.

She had a seizure. I just feel really, really bad for her.

That was the only phrase that could come out of her mouth while traveling down the interstate. My ex-wife’s mother has had a neurological disorder for some time, resulting in seizures and even a few strokes…at a very young age. I’m speculating, but it sounds as if that neurological issue has been passed down. My girlfriend went on to explain that it happened in the school lunchroom where she taught. From the education background, I can’t imagine how fearful that must have been for everyone.

The car was quite while I mulled over this information, trying to think about my reaction to this news, and that’s when I blurted it out:

I. Don’t. Care.

Harsh words, and sadly I meant them. I didn’t care. The anger and bitterness from years past came flaming back into life as I went on a small fit asking if she cared that I was homeless, if she cared that I was broke, broken, and worthless, if she cared that I was absolutely nothing. Frankly, they were the childish rants expected from a bitter individual [though not necessarily Christ-based]. We remained silent until pulling into IHOP. Hoping to drown the thoughts in the most awful tasting iced coffee I’ve ever had, my girlfriend and I talked about every other topic under the sun…myself trying to ignore the knowledge that I had gained in the past hour.

Finally, after the evening was over, working some business angels and watching the storm roll in; I just sat, quietly. Trying to understand my stance, my anger, and bitterness. How could I rationalize it? Why would I rationalize it? I have the right to be angry right? I have the right to harshly and unfairly think “that’s what you get”, right? With the falling rain I was remembered of the phrase that started it all.

Dare to be different. Shock the world.

If I allowed myself the pleasure of enjoying the heartfelt struggles of those who passed me by to my own demise, how is that being different from our societies standards? How is that different from our cultural norms? It isn’t, and if it isn’t different from the standards of the world then it isn’t within the realm of what God expects from me as a loving, Christ-centered, individual. Jesus, no matter the person, would never act in such brash, boastful ways. What would dare make me think I was better then Christ?

I claim it as human pride, a serious error on my behalf, but I’m still upset about being hung out to dry. I’m upset with being abandoned and condemned. It’s a hard pill to swallow. However, that doesn’t allow me to view a hurting person in any different light then compassion that is expected.

So, though this information and these thoughts go in places that I’ll never understand; it’s worth noting that while I’m still conflicted with bitterness. My heart still aches for her, her family, and yes…her husband. I can’t imagine the fear, the heartache, and the unknown that they all must be encountering. I’m not sure if God counts it, but while I still struggle, somewhere in the rolling thunder tonight I’m still praying for my ex-wife’s recovery and healing.

-D-

 

 


Mobile Minutes: Rain Drops


It’s surreal at the moment. TV is off, a few lights are on, my mocha is gone, and the rain is tapping against the patio door.

This is my life.

The week, though halfway done, has been very stressful on the business side of things. Those moments you fear as a business owner? Yes, they have been condensed into one solid week. It hasn’t been enjoyable for anyone around me [of course, I'd like to apologize].

So, after a long day of running around all areas of Kansas City and finalizing my Subway information from last month and starting this month, I have a few minutes before I need to head to bed.

It’s incredible that through all the emotions expressed this week [primarily anger], that in this one moment on this lovely green couch, I’m living my life.

Technically I fall into the category of ‘young adult’ and I’m fine with that. The suit and tie isn’t always my thing, and I’m yet to shy away from a sleeveless t-shirt and some basketball shorts. I’m a hidden weather nerd, envy time to be able to play Simcity 4 [EA Games isn't going to trick me with that Simcity 5 garbage], and as of late I’ve been tearing through fiction books [not Fifty Shades of Grey]. If you’re like me then you’ll understand what I’m saying when I speak of getting ‘caught up in the moment’. As I eluded to above, this has…frankly…been a week from hell. However, I’ve gotten so wrapped up in that I’ve missed the beauty of it.

I’m living my life.

I mean come on now, two years ago, three years ago, four? I had no idea what life was going to be; I had an idea, but it was the easy way out. This is not the easy way, it’s hard, painful, and beautiful. So many rich experiences on the day-to-day. Just today I met the general manager of a hotel, a art co-op owner, and a random man from Minnesota; each of them with their unique stories. I missed MoVal tonight, but my girlfriend and I wound up drinking Pepsi, eating chicken tenders, and just watching the world go by in Applebee’s for dinner.

Does anyone else find it incredible that you’ll divert all your strength to focus on a set priority, and in turn ignore the world around you, but you can’t focus on the world around you, and ignore a set priority? Just think if we could. Sure, we’d still like for projects to get done, but what if each other were the projects, society, cultures, and creative thinking were priorities? That’s been my struggle; at the rate this week is going, but the time I’m 30 I will have had three heart attacks and zero friends. There has to be a moment when you step away and as cheesy as it may be, focus on the beauty of a life that you’ve been given. I guess what it amounts to is that even though I’ll disagree with this post in the morning; it just isn’t worth stressing over every single forsaken detail when those details don’t matter without the people to involve them in.

Translation: If you let stress and hostility best you; you’ll find yourself empty and alone.

So, for tonight, I’m off to let my body fight off another season cold, listen to the rain, count my blessings and get some rest. I know God is about to do something amazing.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part VI


Blessed.

Every part of why I came up to Boston, Massachusetts was outlined this afternoon. After a rising round of donuts and Dunkin [part one...to be continued] I made my way down the ‘streets’ [ally-ways] to Dilboy Stadium; the field that the Boston Breakers have called home for a few years now.

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Dilboy Stadium

First, the stadium is next to a Gulf gas station [yes, Gulf does exist...I'm as surprised as you are] with a 24/7 Dunkin Donuts inside the building. Second, the field is a mix of a track, football field, and soccer field. The town of Somersville, Massachusetts owns the park and the Breakers rent the field for their game day use. I parked the car and started walking around the field, noting the fences, building style, and the street vendors that were putting up shop outside the field. At this time a bald man was walking down the stadium entrance as well;  the Boston accent almost as evident as the Kansas City Shock t-shirt he was sporting. Indeed, I had found my man.

Meet Ryan, he’s the logistics coordinator for the Boston Breakers, also goes by Mr. Dunkin, and Director of Media Relations. Professional doesn’t even begin to describe the guy. He’s been chatting with me for years on Twitter, literally. Since the Women’s Professional Soccer [WPS] days. However, today was the first time we met in real life. Ryan, along with the GM of the show “LB” were two of the primary reasons I was here. “LB” had been at the WPSL AGM in Las Vegas and Ryan had been keeping track of the Kansas City Shock. Factor in some of our crew meeting Ryan and their head coach, Lisa Cole, in Indianapolis this winter and let’s just say that the connections between the two programs continue to grow.

When I met with Ryan we just talked small talk, got started on setting up the field and the press box. I got a pass to wander around the facilities and just watch it all work. It’s incredible watching a professional organization get their stuff together for their home opener. Sure, not everything was perfect [when is it ever?], but it was so smooth. You could tell this program had been around the block a few times. Their new sponsor; Ocean Spray [yes, that one] was already noted on the runner boards [advertising boards] and jerseys. “NikeSoccer” was plastered everywhere compliments of the National Women’s Soccer League [though it has not been formally announced as a sponsor for the league], and people were running around in order and structure to the game ready that was four hours away.

While Ryan worked on setting up all of his computers, iPads, and glow sticks in the press box “LB” was spotted in the bleachers talking through the ever-so-needed walkie talkie. Thank goodness he remembered me from Las Vegas. After a few minutes of chit-chat he asked about my seating, and I had purchased a ticket [of which I do not regret], but “LB” had other plans. He gave me a ‘pitch side pass’ [for NASCAR fans this would be a pit pass] and showed me my seat that was on the field, literally a few feet from the sideline.

Bonus points!

Bonus points!

Score.

Several times I found myself just standing there watching everything ‘grow’, it was fascinating from the start…and humorous at times. I stepped out of the stadium and saw merchandise tables going up, and I started to chat with everyone I met. The passion of these people were unreal. Here are all these individuals spending their Sunday’s setting up a field for a game in which they’re not even getting paid; they’re volunteers. Welcome to the world of women’s professional soccer…still. While eyeballing the gear my eyes laid upon a phone cover. Yes, an iPhone 5 cover that had the Boston Breakers on the back of it. Interestingly enough I had just been upgraded from my company to an iPhone 5. With that was this request,

You have a $50 budget to get a phone cover.

This cover was $15. So, before I knew what had happened I had swiped my company card through the Square [very easy by the way] and I now own a Boston Breakers iPhone 5 cover. I did this for two reasons: first, it’s a nice cover for the iPhone 5 and it’s the Breakers; secondly, because I enjoy messing with our accountant at work and I’ll be curious to see her remark about the iPhone 5 cover purchase in Boston, Massachusetts.

This will save my phone...multiple times in its life.

This will save my phone…multiple times in its life.

Once I had received the cover I spent some time in the press box, meeting members of the local media, seeing the video for live streaming being set up, and again…just watching.

As we moved closer to the 6:30 PM EST kickoff the players started to show up, the coaches appeared, and with that…the fans. It was a sold out, and I’m not talking “sold out because we gave away all the tickets” sold out…I mean a packed house in the cozy 2,500 seat stadium with standing room.

Note: Due to the crazy harsh winter the new 1,000 seats that are to be added across the field haven’t been installed, but they are coming.

Children, parents, the elderly, and even the mayor of Somersville all came out tonight. Additionally, Cheryl Bailey, the commissioner of the National Women’s Soccer League also stepped in for a few words. The air was frigid, the wind was blowing, but when the players took to the field it didn’t matter. At this point I had found my seat, but also noted a friend of mine from Facebook was sitting in some seats a few rows behind me. Again, like Ryan, I went hunting and found the man with his three daughters. It was refreshing to see people that are just as genuine in real life as they are digitally [no Catfish issues here]. After the national anthem, the game got started.

For the first 45 minutes I froze and waited, cheered and froze, looked at the audience and froze some more. I despise Nike and that $50 hoodie was sounding more and more appealing as I thought of it. At halftime I had to move around, so I figured I’d try some local grub. Indeed I went for the Italian Sausage food cart. For $13.50 I got a massive dog and bun and more fries then I knew what to do with. It…slid down…just fine. Always worth taking a look at local cuisine when the chance arrives. Sadly I was not able to bring the food to the seat on the field, and it did include me looking at a security guard and saying,

Ah ya kid’n me? Ah, faugit ’bout it!

…I had to try it at least once. While munching on some fries I was greeted by two more people that I had spoken to on Twitter for quite some time, in fact one of them before I met Ryan years back. Again, the sincerity was instantly noted when talking. It’s insane to think about the amount of people that were at this game across the country, that were pulling for the Kansas City Shock on a daily basis. Trust me, these people know us and they like us…a lot. After a man told us to get down since the game started I worked on a few more fries and headed back to my seat.

A few minutes passed and I saw “LB” talking to the Cheryl Bailey of the National Women’s Soccer League. Honestly, as the CEO of the Kansas City Shock it would be a crime if I didn’t find a way to at least greet the woman who was to guide…so much. I watched “LB” pass by, along with one other man [who turned out to be an owner of the program]. Cheryl was alone, texting on her phone.

I made my move.

Realistically, there is nothing smooth about anything I do. I’ll confess to that, and this was no different. She was sending a text and hadn’t noticed that I was standing next to her. After putting the phone away I was able to awkwardly greet her, play the ’20 name game’ with her, and then introduced myself. It was…awkward. The Kansas City Shock is in the Women’s Premier Soccer League, and this is the commissioner of the National Women’s Soccer League [go ahead basketball junkies...break out the ABA/NBA stories]. We just shot the breeze for a while, but I enjoyed her passion for not only what she was doing, but her entire passion for actually growing this league. She was realistic, but also optimistic. A blend that isn’t easy to find these days. I asked her a few questions about the league, and she answered as I expected…vaguely, primarily because we can’t predict the future of any of the programs. Fascinatingly enough we left one another in peace by…exchanging business cards? Yes, as strange as it seems, I can now say that I received a business card from the commissioner of the National Women’s Soccer League, a small victory in my book.

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These are real and cool. Yes, they’re really cool.

After sitting back down [and freezing] I spent the rest of the match watching the game, including a game tying goal in the 91st minute of the match (90 minute game with extra time for injuries and fouls) by the home team; of which the crowd went insane. I was able to chat with this older man sitting next to me, screaming his ever-living heart out. His family actually houses two of the players that are out of town, we took some time to talk about that experience, and how much he loved having this opportunity.

When the game had finished, I hopped up to the press box to give the ‘pitch side pass’ back to Ryan. It was then that things went from fascinating to awesome. Before I knew it I had followed him onto the field. So, I’m surrounded by all these players and suddenly it occurred to me:

I need to find the Aussie, we have common ground.

I met Kyah Simon for the first time ever tonight; very gifted athlete, very humble soul. We chatted on briefly, but we did talk about her, her club back in Australia, her time here, and I brought up our Aussie as well…these are professional athletes, individuals I should never have met had my life continued its original path. It was unreal.

Finally, after all was said and done, I found Ryan on the field once again and of all the people that I had met, there was still one I hadn’t:

Ryan, is there any chance I could chat with Lisa?

Several months ago, I had received something from a coach, some words of encouragement that meant the world to me. It was perfectly placed, perfectly timed, and did exactly what should happen from a coach…it motivated me to do better. Interestingly enough it came from a person I had never spoken to in my life; the head coach from the Boston Breakers. If nothing else, tonight I needed to at least say thank you.

Here came this short woman [everyone in Massachusetts...minus Ryan...is short] in a Breakers coat, and she didn’t even do the formal introduction; she knew exactly who I was:

There was a rumor saying that you’d be here tonight.

That was from our GM tweeting to her last night…

We walked and chatted for a few moments; talking about life, the game, the world I’m in, and her thoughts on the future. Just as before, only in real life, her words of wisdom just sank in. I’m not sure what her gift is, but I wanted to listen and learn. “Focus on yourself and your situation, everything else will work itself out.”

Afterwards I said my farewells to Ryan, spoke to a few more media individuals, and headed across the street to Dunkin Donuts [part two] for coffee.

On my way to the hotel; recapping the entire afternoon/evening. This game, the environment, the words, everything…it was all exactly what I had looked for. Everything that I was hoping to find in Boston was there. I felt/feel recharged, optimistic, realistic, and determined. The mixture of the respect tonight, the excitement of the environment, the encouragement, and even the discussions I’ve had recently with my girlfriend all combined just as a perfect reminder that I’m exactly where I need to be.

It’s fascinating how a game, a random city, even more random people can unknowingly take what God needs you to hear, and ensures that it is exactly what you hear.

-D-


O: Becoming Less


I have a confession…

I have judging ballets.

Hundreds of them.

Very few things have I kept through several years of my life, but the ballets of my speech/debate days in high school have remained unstained and in a secure file. That’s a fact, Jack.

In my senior year of high school I went on an insane winning streak. I mean it wasn’t just winning tournaments, it was clean sweeping meets [scoring straight 1's through every round]. However, there was one specific meet that I was gearing up for:

The Orange Bowl.

This tournament hadn’t only eluded me over the years for first, I had never made it to finals. The only tournament that I had never ‘broke’ to finals. It was my jinx; this place was evil.

Until the senior year; I didn’t take ‘straight 1′s’, but I went home with first place. However, it wasn’t the trophy that really set the tone [it was nice though], it was the judging ballets. I had a judge that had remembered me from my freshmen-junior years and complimented on my progress through the years. With all the words that were kind; in 2005 this phrase stuck out on the yellow sheet:

There is talent and passion in this guy. He has a future!

Even in some of the darkest areas of my life in recent years; that phrase is insanely something I held onto more then anything. It meant the world to me that a complete stranger saw something unique in me; potential, passion, a future.

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Along the same time period, in my ‘good church boy’ years I stood on the platform of the stage of the newly constructed church. We were given markers to write our favorite versus on the structure prior to finishing of the church.

One step below the pulpit, in a black market I wrote it out:

He must greater, I must become less.
-John 3:30-

Many times in my life I completely missed that point, but internally, in my soul I still held onto a truth that no matter the stage, audience, or the event…I couldn’t do it on my own. Honestly, that’s what I contribute to the success of high school; I was humble…on stage [the rest of my life that would be a better debate for].

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In eight hours I’m going to be doing something for the first time; I’m going to be presenting in front of an audience…and it isn’t for competition or ‘practice for the real world’. It is the real world. Life has been such a blur lately that it’s hard to get a bearing on everything. Realizing that I’m speaking at a organization for start-up businesses, and the Kansas City Shock is one of those businesses in Kansas City. Sorry, but that’s just mind blowing. It was an idea, a tweet, a meeting, a burrito, a tournament, a ticket, a plane ride, and a prayer…and tomorrow…reality is going to kick-in full force.

To the late, great Dr. Derryberry; who I turned away from in college because I ‘knew more’; I hope he’s proud tomorrow.

To the random scribbler who judged me at the Orange Bowl; I hope I can prove you right.

To the family, friends, and random people who watch with curiosity; I hope you’ll get some major entertainment.

To my God, I hope I can continue to become less…

-D-

P.S. If you’d like to see the presentation live stream it is at 9:00 AM CST here.


Mobile Minutes: Night Terror


I’ve been sitting in bed for nearly the past ten minutes. Water glass in hand.

A night terror. A bit different from a nightmare. Shot me up, out of bed, in a panic.

I’ve always struggled with loud noises, especially ones that gradually get louder. I was in an airport in this dream. Security grabbed me because the alarm went off. A real life fear of mine. Took me forever to get cleared. Was going to miss my flight, my ex wife was there. Crying about me leaving. As I went back to pack up my stuff I saw I was going to miss my flight, something I had never done before.

That’s when I heard the door knock (throwing me into a fear because of my history with authorities banging on my door to give me divorce papers), and as I opened the door. There stood a man who I had never met. In the doorway next to mine (hotel setup) was another man conversing to the first, stating that he was me. He was going to kill me, and take my flight.

From my screaming, their conversation, the sudden knocking at the door, the noise of the airport; the volume was so loud that it woke me up, gasping for breath, and nearly out of bed.

I haven’t had this kind of issue for months.

I’d hope writing this out would assist in helping me fall back asleep.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Escaping Dreams


A deep breath,
Green grass,
Firm beneath my feet.

A challenge of rest,
Heart’s escape,
Fleeing from my chest.

Forgetting reality,
Never ceasing,
Swearing never to return again.

Soul of sin,
Wearing thin,
Peace, I pray heaven will send.


#getyourpraiseon


Good morning world!

I didn’t sleep well last night, hoping yesterday was merely a nightmare.

However, after my girlfriend treated me to breakfast and I’ve been working since; my heart is lifted.

I feel completely out of control of my surroundings, but completely where God wants me to be.

It’s a beautiful day.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Painting Pictures


My girlfriend and I had the day together [mostly], and by the night we found ourselves freezing [again] at a local women’s soccer game.

Today was a struggle, several times I found myself at a boiling point, and my girlfriend and I were just not…gracious with one another [I'll let you read in between the lines].

It finally hit a boiling point with the slamming of the car door this evening after stopping at Walmart for some pizza. It was a conversation about health, that like many other topics today, just immediately spiraled out of control into controversy, frustration, but thankfully no yelling.

I share this to again highlight that perfection is desirable, but not obtainable; especially in a relationship. Several times today I had to reflect back to my past, failed marriage and make changes at a moments notice today that I would not have done two years ago. It took patience, grace, and something else that I wasn’t sure what to make of.

Thankfully, after talking for hours tonight on the floor of my apartment, we parted ways with a hug, well wishes, and warm hearts.

How I’ve forgotten the never-ending strength of loving souls.

It’s frequently interesting to see a reoccurring pattern that has taken place in my life: people doing dramatic things to literally start over. They paint the picture of what their life is to be, what they dream it to be, and what they pray to God to show them it’ll be, and then suddenly; they go out and just do it.

No strings attached.

This website started off the whim of unknowingly knowing what I was getting ready to do next. Would anyone believe the kid that posted this ended up starting this?

Our stories all have a starting point, but more importantly they all have a climaxes as well. My girlfriend is starting to get to this point. The realization, as noted here earlier this week, is that times are changing for us. A new door is quickly [and I mean rapidly] opening up and we’re going to have to make a fast choice on the next chapter of life. Looking at the soccer perspective, living in Kansas City is very ideal for both of us. However, removing ourselves from the city we currently live in, that’s a solid adjustment for me; who just settled down, but more important; it’s life changing for my girlfriend who only knows this city as her life.

Painting a picture of what our lives could be, what we desire them to be, what we believe God wants them to be, some days is the only thing that keeps us moving. My girlfriend and I are constantly crunching numbers, looking at ledgers, and just trying to imagine, “When does this end?” in reaction towards bills.

It doesn’t, but it can become easier. The bills that is. In recent days the staff at Weber Creative Arts and the Kansas City Shock have finalized the designs for our sponsorship packages. It’s chilling to realize that it is real, but literally within the past few days I’ve scheduled three new meetings in the next week [not to mention breakfast with my dad...another post for later], just to talk to potential investors, and programs that we’re looking to partner up with. It’s a challenge, it isn’t easy, but together [thankfully] my girlfriend look at this blank slate, this moment to start over, and through our struggles we’re trying to stop thinking, “Remember when?”, and we’re trying to ask, “What’s next?”

God is good. When the night is over and the day is done, I’m so, so blessed to be able to look at my girlfriend and say, “God is good”. God didn’t put me in a cubicle, He didn’t allow me to wander into a classroom, He’s designed a unique life from the very beginning that can just be a bit different, and can shock just a few people.

What’s the picture your painting? What are you settling for? What are you dreaming about? How are you going to reach that dream?

If you’re not asking these questions every day you wake up, now is a great time to start.

-D-


RECOVERY: iNTRO


It was a few days ago, Jim, MC, Darco, and myself were sitting around the kitchen table at the house enjoying a Sunday lunch. MC put down her fork and bluntly [in MC fashion] came out and said,

So, have you thought about the year anniversary?

I thought about dropping my fork, but before doing so, realized that my eyes instead could tell the state of disbelief that my mind was currently in based off those sharp, sharp words.

…the…year…anniversary…

While FilingThePapers officially kicked off in July of last year, realistically the full cycle of one insane year, the craziest year of my life, is nearly completing its circle. I hadn’t given it much thought as of late, something to do with Guatemala, the Kansas City Shock, and life in general was just keeping me occupied [as if I would never do that on purpose]. I knew in the back of my brain what June 9th meant, it is the end of a chapter, but I wasn’t sure how I wanted to bring it about with FTP [FilingThePapers].

So, while running last night, I started to come up with mental blueprints of where I wanted this to go, and as explained when talking about the book; all the months were compiled, sorted, and found to fall into their proper ‘season’; except June. June, because of its short span leading up to the ninth was in its own section as a roundabout ‘final chapter’; if to choose a simple terminology for a large, detailed thought.

I decided to rewrite the rules. After all, it is my story, my life, and my website.

For the next eight days, leading from tomorrow until crazy EARLY Saturday morning of next week; I’m breaking down a years worth of information, thoughts, and ideas into eight concrete, cute, acrostic letters: RECOVERY

  • R: Rebel
  • E: Eliminate
  • C: Connect
  • O: Obedience
  • V: Vows
  • E: Encourage
  • R: Rebuild
  • Y: Yourself

-D-


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