One thing I’ve realized recently is that I have spent all my time trying to prove myself to employers and companies that I can satisfy the qualifications they have, only to have them reject me time and time again. Now I understand I know what I can do and what I am capable of and if these companies don’t believe in my potential, then that is their loss. The human potential is the largest factor to determine what a person can do in life, not what’s on paper. #breakthemold
I went on a highway trip with one of my Dad’s friends to help him drive because he recently had an eye surgery. I thought to myself, “Why not? I can get away from Dallas for a few days.” Everything was good the first day. It was really good, until the second day came around. After leaving Houston bound for San Antonio, he started talking to me about my life. I normally just ignore people trying to tell me what to do with my life, until he said. “There is a 99.9% chance you will never go to New York City and probably stay in Dallas.” All of a sudden, a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time resurfaced. That feeling was rage. My heart starting beating so hard, I thought it was gonna beat out of my chest. I felt like I had a lump in my throat and I could feel the adrenaline running through my veins. In the past, I would have said, “Pull the car over and let me out.” Then I would have called my cousin, who lives in Houston and had him drive me to the airport so I could fly home. This time, I think i handled it well. I just sat there, nodded my head and we continued on to San Antonio. Once we got settled and went to go eat dinner at Mi Tierra (which, by the way, is an awesome place and you should go when you get a chance), I decided to explain to him, “Listen, I appreciate your advice, but for the rest of this trip, I am going to relax, and you’re not gonna talk about me and my life.” He respected my wishes and we went on the rest of the trip. After analyzing that comment, I realized that he really doesn’t know me at all. How dare he tell me that I’m not gonna live my dream. All I can say now is that I want to go to New York City even more. NO ONE is going to try to kill my dream of making it to New York City to teach and perform music! Needless to say, the next time I see my Dad’s friend, I will be nice, but I will not talk about anything going on in my life to him. He has achieved his dream, now I will achieve mine, without his help.
This is actually the fourth election I have voted in. In 1996, I voted for President Clinton and Vice President Gore. In 2000, I voted for Al Gore and Joe Lieberman. In 2004, I voted for Senator John Kerry and Senator John Edwards. In 2008, I voted for President Obama and Vice President Biden, and I did so again this year. This is the first time ever I early voted. I truly believe that the country is headed back in the right direction and voting for Romney/Ryan would just undermine what good is being done. I voted Obama/Biden for my youngest sister who had thyroid cancer and was able to get and retain health insurance without having to worry about her cancer disqualifying her because the insurance companies see it as a pre-existing condition. I voted Obama/Biden for my sisters, nieces, and mom. So that they get the equal pay they deserve and so that no man, not even me can tell them what to do with their bodies. I voted Obama/Biden because I believe that our children should be well educated for the advanced jobs of the 21st century and beyond. I voted Obama/Biden because I believe that children who came into this country by their parents from other countries should be able to live the American dream and that all Americans are taken care of, especially in times of crises, like what happened last week with Hurricane Sandy in the northeast United States. Now is not the time to put selfish goals of individuals ahead of the good of the nation. Just my two cents and my opinion.
Here’s a playlist I created of today’s top songs. I also update it whenever a new song comes out.
Well, it’s football Sunday. A time where the women go shopping while the guys watch the boys of the gridiron in their man caves, garages, and sports bars. It’s a great American tradition. That being said, spending time with your dad is also great. My dad and I go to Hooters in the Dallas West End and watch all the football games, especially the Dallas Cowboys. All our friends show up and even my brothers-in-law. Don’t ever let those traditions disappear!