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I always enjoy going back into the archives to see what I was thinking a year ago; entertainingly it is actually the same exact thing as tonight:

Restless.

I’m not 100% sure, but sleep isn’t coming to me very easily tonight. I’ve off on my monthly trip to the middle of…nothing, and I should be asleep, getting prepared for a fascinating day tomorrow. However, the physical tiring just isn’t there yet.

From the very beginning of this site; I made it clear that I would always be 100% honest and transparent with the audience [you, the reader] in times of positive and negative. For example; though I brushed off what went on last week; truth is…I haven’t slept well since last Sunday. No clue why, but even though I wasn’t directly involved or near the events that transpired, just knowing where I was supposed to be, how the scenario could have played out, and by the emotional state of those who are close to me…it actually shook me up. Maybe I’m just getting older, but realistically I was scared until I was back into my apartment back home. That’s the honesty that I’m aiming for; including last weekend’s note about being divorced and living with that realization and the consequences that come with it.

So, along with that ongoing theme, honesty, I’m going to sidetrack from the despair and sorrow, ignore the soccer, and approach a very…very…delicate topic:

Marriage

Realistically that was a term that two years ago I would have never considered speaking again; at least in direct relation to myself. Many pages in this exact website outlined the reasons why I wouldn’t consider it, the pity party, the sorrow, the late nights, and the horrors that really was my past life.

However, part of the unique structure of this website wasn’t just to explore the background of my life, but to also show the present, and think about the future. From our past we’re able to lay a foundation, from the present we explore new identities that will later describe our future. Sometimes I think that I got so wrapped up in the past that I forgot what my own future could hold; outside of just the soccer field and the sandwich store.

Would I ever obtain a new job? Would I advance within the company? Those are questions I’ve never really explored before; my current job is such a blessing I couldn’t think past it, especially with spinning off the Kansas City Shock, but what does lie down the road? I don’t envision cutting checks for myself with the Shock anytime soon. Will I keep my pattern, or change things up? I just find it interesting that up until this past week I hadn’t even considered what else could be out there.

What about the team? Oh my gosh, I have no idea. That Kansas City Shock is a dream…a literal dream. It doesn’t even comprehend with me the absolute amazement of watching that program grow and blossom. There’s so much to do still, but man…what a story so far. Even last week in Boston, talking to the general manager for a National Women’s Soccer League team out there, the commissioner for the league, etc…it’s just insane, and the back story. I mean, come on, a group of individuals with a similar dream striving to succeed with it. People from every walk of life, losing sleep, time, and patience to follow a collective dream. You don’t get too many of those stories anymore. I cannot for the life of me imagine my life without such an incredible plot line; a complete blessing.

Job. Soccer. Life. Church. Change. Seasons. Family? I told my girlfriend, even before we started dating, that I date with the intent to marry; that’s it, no exceptions. She took hold of that notion with a death grip and will not let go. There isn’t enough time or space to type out all of the incredible examples, but there is one word that perfectly describes the overall sensation:

Faithful.

She is faithful, loyal, and forgiving. She tolerates so much from me that it is humbling. There’s constant chatter of marriage, colors, weddings, rings, honeymoons, and everything else under the sun. Make no mistake; those conversations take place on nearly a daily basis. At first, I wasn’t fond of it. Call it aching scars, but I just wasn’t thrilled with the concept. Now though? I can’t imagine anything different. Don’t worry reader; you will get your happy ending to this story…eventually [can't give away all the spoilers, can I]. It’s so refreshing; part of the thing that I love about this relationship is that we see each other nearly every day, and when we don’t [like right now due to business, and last week due to Boston] it hurts. Call me a sap, but it hurts being away from her. We drive each other insane…I mean insane [along with our friends], but man…life without her? Impossible. Even today, now that our TV is up and functioning [give it up for HDMI cables] I invited Jim and MC to our apartment for the Sporting game and dinner. While it is an openly known reality that my girlfriend and I do not live with each other, we’re always in the same apartment [which I just renewed for another nine months...hehe], going over the same paperwork, looking over each others finances, and testing new cooking methods. I trust her 100% with my life, and that is something that I cannot honestly tell you I did with my ex-wife; nothing against her, I was just that prideful. It’s nice being open and honest with my girlfriend; sometimes it’s painfully honest, but the rewarding feeling afterwards is so refreshing. To know that I’m one jacked up soul and yet this precious creature still loves me unconditionally…man…I was missing out! I can’t express to you with enough words the absolute joy of knowing that there is a soul out there…that without them by your side…you’d struggle to exist.

I think I’ll just leave this post like that. There is life outside of soccer, there life outside of work, outside of travel, and most definitely outside of your past.

Sometimes your life is simply written on the side a hot mocha.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Recharged


These past two days have been a true test for me.

Those just joining the conversation I had a two day event of management testing and training down south. Involving a lot of accounting. It went from 10:00 AM to 7:00 PM on Thursday and 8:00 am to 2:00 PM yesterday. Factor in six hundred miles of driving with this, and I can say that I was absolutely exhausted by last night [two more courses Monday and Tuesday...including the five hour exam], and plenty of homework over the weekend.

On top of that I’ve got the 1 Million Cups presentation that I’m working on [and pumped out of my mind], and today the Easter egg launch is at 2:00 PM and I need to be there in an hour. Afterwards it’s a night at Sporting Park to watch Sporting play along side of several friends.

Easter service with my parents at 6:15 AM tomorrow, breakfast at 9:30 AM at MoVal, then service there. By noon I should be toasted again.

I did sleep in today, and I do not regret that. With the rain falling, thunder clapping, slight breeze, and comfortable temperatures…the place was primed for some great sleeping.


Mobile Minutes: Math


Mathematically has always equalled one thing in my life:

A long, drawn out painful death.

It just isn’t my thing, and it never has been. I like to argue, you can argue with the quadratic formula.

I just received a phone call from my supervisor. I’m heading down south for a few days this week, and then I’ll be back in KC for a few days.

Why?

Management training.

Subway is currently rolling out the process of introducing a management training program for store managers. Guess who gets to go through it first?

Yep. Exactly.

So I’ll be in meetings with highlighters, sticky notes, and homework Thursday, Friday, Monday, and Tuesday. It’s great to have this experience under my belt, but the math worries me.

…however a little extra cash before Boston can’t hurt…

-D-


Mobile Minutes: 0%


FRUSTRATED!

There, I got that out of the way.

Truly feels like I’m batting an average of 0% today, even with the crazy snow.

My stores were closed today; except for one. I traversed fifty miles in the storm to get to that store; it was a nightmare getting there [store was fine]. Couldn’t believe the other stores were closed; I mean, yes, it snowed, but it wasn’t 20″+ or anything stupid like that.

Gym closed before I got there. Screwed up that workout.

Missed a phone call for work due to the gym being closed. Now I only have tomorrow to get that phone call in.

Add that in with some dialogues I’ve had today on other assorted items and I’m just frustrated.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Snow Storm II


Here’s how it works with my job [in order to obtain the coveted bonus]:

I have to have all of my stores completed by the 25th of each month. That’s it. That’s all I have to do.

Things tend to go pretty smoothly; until this month. I had a ‘spare’ day I could use in the event of an emergency this month, and work through the weekend and I’d be good to wrap up on the 25th.

Then the transmission went out on the Nissan; that cost me a day. No big deal, used my free day.

Then the snowstorm hit the next day; of which I was on the phone with my supervisor trying to figure out how I was going to get out of my parking lot at the apartment. It failed.

So, now I”m working through the weekend, I have extended days to get my stores done, and what do I learn about Monday?

Another snow storm.

I get it; this stuff happens, whatever, but seriously…why on the month with only 28 days? [we have to have stores finished for the corporate office at the end of the month, no exceptions].


Mobile Minutes: Archives


I restarted my Tumblr account today.

The Tumblr account was created with one sole purpose: to lose weight.

The account was a accountable tool I used starting back in January of 2011. At that point in my life I was unemployed and 275 pounds. I didn’t work out, I didn’t run, and I didn’t eat well. Realistically, we can just say that I was a mess.

However, I grew tired of it. My pants wouldn’t fit, my shirts were too tight in the wrong areas, and even taking self portraits with a webcam was painful. I had become that person that I said I had never become.

So, starting at the end of January I started a year long program of destroying the weight, and I’ll be honest; it worked. By fall of last year, well after a full year had passed; I was down to 225. For my frame that is an ideal weight.

Since fall I’ve packed on some pounds; moving, gym memberships, apartments, pizza, donuts, and traveling all add up over time.

My girlfriend noticed and encouraged me to get active again, and not lose track of my personal goals. That’s what started up Tumblr today.

The thing about digital devices that you leave over time and come back to can be the skeletons that still remain in them. My Tumblr account has over thirty pages to it; that’s a lot of information dating all of the way back to January of 2011.

I was still married.

Foolishly tonight I went through some archive files on the account; noting the journey that I’ve had [similar to this site]. However, the more I read the more fearful I became.

Let’s remove the Shock from the image for a moment.
Let’s remove the apartment, the job, and the future.
Get it all out of the way.

Sometimes when I talk to individuals, media, etc…I take a few moments to review the journey I’ve been on since 2011, it’s been a crazy one for sure. However, as unique as it is, it’s something I never, ever want to even come remotely close to reliving ever again.

I still get scared of repeating the past. I still fear losing everything…again. I’m terrified of messing up, screwing up, and letting people down. I joke around that frequently I don’t sleep at night; it’s overrated. The real reason I don’t sleep at night is because I don’t want to relive the life I once had, I don’t want to remember June of 2011, I don’t want to remember September; I don’t care if it is all part of ‘who I am’, I don’t want it to be.

I’m not the owner of a premier women’s soccer team, and I’m not a corporate inspector for Subway. I’m an only child who screwed up big time a year and a half ago, and I’ve had to spend the past twenty months rebuilding everything about my life. This is why stress from the day-to-day can get to me, but doesn’t scare me away.

I’ve met isolation; I’ve lived with depression, and I’ve drank from the cup of hopelessness. These are my nightmares that I hope will forever stay locked away.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Towed


Yep…it’s been a Tuesday.

Woke up in the hotel…internet was dead.

Town I was in…cell phone Sprint service doesn’t exist.

After my shower…forgot my deodorant at home.

Checked out of the hotel, grabbed some coffee, and started up the road for one of the busier, quieter days of work in the month. Having to drive near three hundred miles, covering three stores in three remote locations isn’t necessarily ideal in my book.

Turns out my car had the same idea because eight miles away from store one it started to grind.

No, literally. Didn’t matter what gear I was in the car just keeping grinding as the tires were moving. I slowly crept into my first Subway, contemplating the different ideas for what was going on [I know so, so little about cars]. The manager of the store called the guy who does her work [town of a few thousand here] and he came out.

Oil filter was leaking.
Brakes were questionable?
The guards on the fenders were rubbing on the tires.
The motor mount was loose.

All of this was disturbing as I watched my day fade into chaos. I agreed to take the car to the shop after I had finished the first store.

I parked the car, sat inside talking to some people who were from Idaho and had moved into the area to start a daycare, and then I was asked to come up to the desk.

Oil filter could be fixed. The guards just needed new pins. Nothing big along those lines. I could well be on my way was my thought. If it was the motor mount that could be an issue, but even the people back home could fix that.

Sorry, but your transmission isn’t going to make it back home.

Talk about a way to kill the day. Forty miles later I’m sitting in one of my other store waiting to be picked up. A new transmission would run $3,600. Something I would hope my company wouldn’t consider. Rental car is ready back home, and a blizzard is a few days out.

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No more Nissan…it’s a goner…

Welcome to Tuesday.


Mobile Minutes: Nerves


I’ve been battling with some serious nerves recently.

There’s just so much going on with so many different areas of my life; it frequently feels like sleep is the safest bet. The soccer business has become very…tricky…to put it best. Subway is a drama set in itself, and though I’m not always showing it, I am trying to do better at maintain a strong relationship with my girlfriend. These are constant areas of life that everyone deals with; I’m assuming. I just feel my faith is weak currently. Hoping a good nights rest will get things back in order.

-D-


#getyourpraiseon


Ever wonder if creating a women’s soccer program in Kansas City was a bad idea?

Following this:

It all started in Indianapolis two weeks ago. Three of our staff members [and a short moment with Dur] headed to the NSCAA National Convention in Indianapolis, Indiana. I stayed back in Kansas City to work on business [and I was also told 'owners' have nothing to do there]. Upon their return, I got an earful about the ladies from Legacy Football Club, and also about the crew from the Boston Breakers. Two programs that over the past year we have developed very strong ties with. I was also informed about how many people at this convention [trust me, it is huge] knew about the Kansas City Shock. A positive from the marketing standpoint of our program.

That was the normal part.

So, Dur comes into Starbucks after her adventure to Indy and asks me if I knew someone named Amber Gwinn. Well, this immediately sparks interest because I do know an Amber Gwinn. Amber was the assistant coach at Southwest Baptist while I was working in the athletic department. Between her and the head coach [now Survivor celebrity] Ben Wade, I learned a ton about women’s soccer. It turns out that Dur met her in Indianapolis. Additionally, it turns out that Amber coaches in Reno, it also turns out that Amber is in direct contact with Jenn and Vanessa of Legacy; also based out of the Reno/Sparks area. Needless to say, the women who easily intimidated me in college [I think I spoke to Wade more then I did her of all the time I was there...out of fear] has connected digitally on Facebook and Twitter, and I just chuckle at the connection of how that comes about. Weird stuff, right? While all of that was going on, our director of merchandise was chasing down Puma at the convention [compliments of Legacy, who run all of their gear through Puma]. Well, in Kansas City currently Sporting Kansas City runs through Adidas, FC Kansas City runs through Nike, and guess what? Yes, even though it was never the initial plan, it looks like we’re going with Puma. Puma is looking at getting into the Kansas City market [a soccer hot spot] and they carry the color orange that we’ve grown to love. Factor in Boston Breakers also running Puma prior to joining the new league that’s been formed, and the stage was already set for a fascinating introduction for Puma with us. Of course I can’t steal Jamie’s [director of merchandise] thunder, so that’s all I can say on that topic. Though very cool.

It gets better.

The following weekend myself and Darco headed out to Las Vegas for the Women’s Premier Soccer League conference. First of all, Las Vegas is a terrible, nasty city. I couldn’t handle that thing for more then a few hours at a time. Regardless, I spent all Saturday in a conference room listening to the league president chat. Afterwards he took us to the standard Las Vegas buffet [my stomach is still recovering], and we sat and talked. By the time I was preparing to leave, he makes mention of Weber Creative Arts. Yes, our beloved Weber Creative Arts in Kansas City that kills our graphic design stuff on a daily basis. He wants to know if they’d be interested in doing design work for the league office. I’m serious! I told him that I connect the two groups, but while I was walking out I was simply thinking, “Remember when that married couple [who I went to college with, who knew K8 that put us together, who also knew Amber Grwinn at the same time] started working on our designs, and filed for their own company?” Needless to say, I was thrilled to send that e-mail to them when I returned to the hotel.

BUT IT GETS BETTER!

The next day, Darco and I took a brief 6.5 hour trip through…well…nothing from Las Vegas to Reno/Sparks. Why? Simple. Jenn and Vanessa live in Sparks, and earlier that week I had received a message from Vanessa saying that there was going to be a dinner waiting for us when we arrived. When you’re hopping airports and cars, a home cooked meal you take every time. We arrived in Sparks right around 4:00 PM and headed over to the house of Paul and Jamie. When we arrived we found a house COVERED with girls who were ALL keepers [no wonder Jenn enjoys them so much] running around, eating food [it's a soccer girl problem], and creating chaos. It was awesome! The couple, Paul and Jamie greeted us and started chatting. What I hadn’t realized was that this was the same Paul that a few days earlier on Facebook stated on the Kansas City Shock Facebook page that we needed to stop at the Death Valley Candy and Nut Company. Darco and I had made a specific goal to stop there [THEY HAVE GUMMY, GREEN ARMY MEN!]. It was awesome knowing that the guy we went out to get that trip on video was standing in front of me [eye-to-eye, this family is so tall]. We talked shop, our program, Legacy, and family. That’s when the really cool stuff started to happen. Paul travels a lot, getting shoe companies to sell specific types of shoes from Germany and Austria [I hope I got that right]. He has a lot of business in Kansas City, and is a die hard Sporting fan. He also has done a little business in St. Joseph [remember, he lives in Sparks] at a store called Browns Shoes. This store just happens to be managed by my friend Tom, the same Tom that was with me in Guatemala and the same Tom that is an elder at MoVal. Paul brought up Tom’s name, and this is after I looked at Darco in the car and said, “I’ll give it ten minutes before Tom’s name comes up”…jokingly. I had no idea how serious that would be. The concept of Tom and Paul knowing each other from the business side [Tom's a bit fuzzy on it] is mind blowing, but when I told Paul that Tom and I were part of a group of missionaries in Guatemala this summer, he perks up, “Oh yeah, I’ve got some friends that are full time down there…” and starts rattling off all of these people they know in the mission field. That’s the same time Jenn pipes up and says, “Yeah, Shawn takes gear down to Guatemala for clinics.” “Really? We’ve got all sorts of stuff from cleats and stuff…” While all that was going on, the missionaries mentioned in the conversation [who I've forgotten names of...I'm sorry] triggered a conversation from back home. These names are known by the community that I live in as well [did I mention that this was going on in Nevada], as it turns out Jamie and Paul are actually from the Chicago area originally and were deeply involved in the area. Most notably for me was this:

Halfway across the United States I was in the presence of some seriously compassionate Christians.

While sitting down for dinner [and working on a very stout dark ale that I'm not overly familiar with] we discussed everything from youth soccer, travel, soccer, food, soccer, all the way to business; including questions about the Kansas City Shock, our business model, and the future of our program and Legacy FC. Somewhere within that conversation I brought up Pro Ebiria, a glove company for goal keepers. The Kansas City Shock’s very first sponsor back in July of last year, and we continue to do business with them to this day. They make the gloves for the keeper for Sporting Kansas City. Pro Ebiria just released a youth style glove [size and all] at their usual exceptional price, and the president of Legacy FC just happens to be a former keeper at the Univ. of Nevada [Jenn] and coaches goal keeper clinics and camps. Well, as you would imagine, because I love working with local businesses [see Weber] I pitched Pro Ebiria to Jenn. Now those two are in contact with one another; imagine if Pro Ebiria is selling youth gloves to a youth program out in Sparks, Nevada? Huge marketing potential, helps a local business, they’re amazing gloves, and hopefully assists a growing program out west.

After having my mind blown from that amazing few hours; Darco and I traveled back to Las Vegas that night [another 6.5 hours of two lanes and desert] and arrived in Las Vegas at 5:30 AM [we got to airport by 8:00 AM to depart, a miracle in itself].

At this point, if you’ve kept up with the whole process, you’re probably pretty entertained. Don’t worry though; there’s so much more…

The following days were a whirlwind, including a literal meeting every single day [I was off from Subway for the week]. Tuesday was very stressful, and a rather disheartening meeting over a very, very important aspect of the Kansas City Shock. However, while leaving in the pouring rain our head coach contacts me, tells me a magazine is doing an interview with her; Dos Munos, a bilingual Spanish/English piece that is distributed through Kansas City. For us, that’s a huge deal; we have made it a professional and personal goal to get a stronger access into the Hispanic community of Kansas City. This was a massive step in the right direction. I definitely didn’t realize what kind of first step that was.

The rest of the information is monumental huge, but for fear of press leaks I can’t be too descriptive…for now.

I was contacted by another team of a different women’s soccer league a few days ago, I think Wednesday, they’re curious on what kind of work Weber Creative Arts can do. Alright, now this is where I start to freak out. I mean, the league office has already contacted Weber Creative and this other team from an entirely different league is contacting me about them as well. I mean, realistically, that’s how you grow a business. To see something like that take off; on the personal level it is huge, but on the business side with the program that helped kick start Weber; it’s unspeakable. I hope that as time progresses I’ll have more information about that to share. Additionally, since the first meeting this week fell through, I got a tip for another meeting set up by our general manager this morning. I had no idea how big of a meeting it would be. I want to share this information with so, so badly and I hope I’ll be able to soon, but just trust me when I say it is monumental. Factor that in with an amazing meeting yesterday with the owner of a company called The Soccer Lot; he has built a mobile platform for 5v5 soccer that can be played in an area the size of a basketball court. What happens if we install those outside of our home games? What happens if they open up in Sparks, Nevada? Boston, Massachusetts? Of course, I’m completely speculating, but the possibilities to assist another growing business in Kansas City is never ending!

Did I mention that I had a meeting inside Kansas City City Hall this week? No? That happened to. I was able to speak with the adviser of Mayor Sly James for about an hour on the Kansas City Shock; strictly looking for recognition and nothing else. First, I couldn’t believe that they responded to my inquiry. Second, I couldn’t believe I had a meeting at City Hall [across the street from one of my Subway's]. Finally, I was meeting with the right hand man to the mayor of Kansas City; people that is no small position! We talked start up businesses, technology, growth, and economic development. In a very scary sense; I felt right at home. What will that meeting translate into? I have no idea, but something will come up; it’s sure to.

I want to take this point to make three clear points:

  1. Thank you for taking the time to read this extensive piece of information
  2. All of this took place in the matter of just under two weeks
  3. YOU CANNOT DENY THAT THERE IS SOMEONE A LOT BIGGER THEN ME, THE STAFF, OUR PROGRAM, OUR CITY THAT IS DOING SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY AMAZING THINGS! 

I’m living a dream, and from this site, by now we all should know that my credit goes directly to God for taking care of me and never ceasing to blow me away.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Where’d The Week Go


Seriously.

I looked at my week on Saturday and saw that for the most part I would be home directly from work each night this week; save one.

That got tossed into the wind.

Starting Sunday it has been a non-stop whirlwind. Sunday morning was an epic, spiritual disaster [at least on my part]; I witnessed my home church scramble together during a business meeting; condemn the preacher they hired, condemned each other, made the pastor’s wife cry, and eventually I spoke for six minutes; none of which was kind and stepped out of that building.

I will never go back.

Since I started attending the church that I traditionally do for the past year and few months I strayed away from the ‘become a member’ notion. I mean, how important is it really to have your name added to a book [there is a spiritual joke laced in there]? I kept making the excuse that I kept my membership at my old church because I still had a ‘vote’ there in the event of importance choices. I’m out of excuses after going to an episode of Murray and watching a business meeting break out. This Sunday I’ll be presenting myself before the MoVal body and state that I’d like to become a member of their family. Truthfully, when I stepped out of the church on Sunday, the only thing I could think was, “I wish I was at MoVal; I’d be safe…” I contacted a member on my way back to my apartment, just to talk. It’s just naturally because of the safety and security that I’ve witnessed. However, it doesn’t ignore the fact that Sunday morning and the meeting was really rough, and took a serious toll on me. I pouted the afternoon away, cried a bit to my girlfriend, and was convinced that MC and Jim would never speak to me again [my words in the meeting were very harsh, and in times past would be seen as reckless and unruly].

Monday brought upon new challenges. You know the feeling of being a ‘zombie’ all day; when you just can’t wake up? Yes, that was my Monday. Practically worthless for most of the day; save a couple e-mails. However, that evening I found myself at a Google+ hangout linked up with Casa De Mi Padre in Guatemala. With a few members of MoVal we were able to watch all of the kids open their Christmas gifts that were sent down the US. It was awesome to be so far away, and at the same time so close. Along with that night, I also finished up the outline for the washer and dryer that someone was kind enough to give to me [I also scored a table with three leafs and six chairs from a friend on Friday]. I’ll be getting all of that this Saturday [which of course are several miles apart from each other, and a store stands between them], which knocks out my Saturday.

Today was work in downtown Kansas City, moving between the buildings; freezing cold, constantly spilling my coffee [seriously, Dunkin Donuts fails on lid construction] on my hand. I got home, my girlfriend is over at a sleepover for the night, finished laundry for hopefully the last time at a laundromat. I’ve had a web meeting via Twitter about women’s soccer in the United States, fascinating and confusing at the same time. We’ll work on it. In the process I had some major breakthroughs with the Shock, ones that I couldn’t even dream up. Very, very cool connections. I am blessed to be surrounded by just awesome people.

Tomorrow is work, then Darco and I are heading to Optima Worldwide’s open house. Optima is a SEO tech company in Overland Park, Kansas. We met one of their members at a tech conference a few weeks ago. Because the business concept behind the Kansas City Shock is designated on unity and local business; it’s imperative that the owner is at functions across the city that flaunts and grows the Kansas City technology name. There are other reasons, but that’s all “hush, hush” for now. That’ll place us back at the apartment pretty late.

Thursday I have to be done with work by noon because I’m meeting a college coach for lunch, and directly after that I have a very, VERY exciting meeting during the afternoon. It’s a mysterious meeting, but judging by the first interaction I had; God is getting ready to blow me away…again. That’ll keep me pumped for most of that night.

Now, on Friday I will be attending something called “Venture Friday“; a hangout for young business owners in the Kansas City area. One area that I haven’t developed and utilized very well is embracing the fact that I am a young entrepreneur. I am the youngest women’s soccer team owner in the United States [at this division of play at least], and I didn’t even realize that until a few days ago while talking to some media. Kansas City has recently been named one of the best cities for young investors and business owners; creativity is desired and wanted, and it turns out that through the adventures of my life; I fit this description, I fit the new mold of this historic city. I think it is crucial to utilize that in a business savvy way by forming closer connections to people my age in the same city that may be in similar [probably not the same] circumstances.

I’ll leave you with this photo tonight, it’s of the ribbon cutting of a business that got started right when the Shock was being dreamed up, and they’ve stuck with us through the whole thing. Thursday’s meeting? Directly due to myself, Darco, and our general manager being there and introducing our company.

Body-N-Spa of Lee's Summit [Courtesy of Chamber of Commerce for Lee's Summit, Missouri]

Body-N-Spa of Lee’s Summit [Courtesy of Chamber of Commerce for Lee's Summit, Missouri]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know those weeks where you just feel it in your bones? When you know God is just going to jaw-drop you with His glory?

It’s that kind of week.

-D-


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