Why do I always end up awake later than the average sane person? It doesn't matter if my alarm is set for 7am or 7 till noon, I will be up at an indecent hour the night before. I just can't justify replacing waking hours of life with sleeping ones unless absolutely necessary. That's why we have coffee and will power and things of this nature. It's to find ways to deprive ourselves of sleep so as not to miss out on the little joys and experiences in life. Anytime you choose sleep over a viable late night option, whether it's a diner stop or a game of darts, you shut down the possibility of a story you may have ended up telling your grandkids someday. Look, it's clear that the human body needs sleep to function, I do understand this evil fact. It also feels amazing to get good sleep, I agree. But picking and choosing your spots to hit the hay is key.
I can't stand morning people, they bother me to no end. I don't hate mornings though, even when they conflict with my late night happenings that came only 4-5 hours prior to my wake up call. I should probably tackle "morning people" in a completely separate blog, because it's an issue that deserves its own post.
When does the night end and the morning begin? I love a late night, but going to bed with the sun in your eye is annoying, and makes my body feel extremely awkward, more so than it is on a reg. I'm going to say that the night ends at around 4, although that time may vary based on circumstances.
I hope you are up to date on my posts, now that I am back to a somewhat respectable pace with them. I mean 3 posts in 6 days is respectable during any month of the year, and is all the more impressive given the fact that it's the summertime.
I'll be rambling to you again, soon hopefully...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The ABCs of My Weekend
Absolutely fantastic weekend when all was said and done. I learned a lot...yes that's vague, but if you don't know that I'm vague by now you should probably call it quits with reading this blog
Briggsy (possible other options include Brigzzz or L.B.) is the nickname I'm kind of digging at this point for Laura Briggs. Yes, I had to drop a name (or several) in this blog. Any self respecting human being who mentions this webpage in public deserves a shout-out, bottom line. So thanks Briggsy, both for the patio convo and for providing some solid vocals during the wedding. I'm sure we'll be playing the name game again some time down the road...at least one can hope
Connecticut is a beautiful state. I had my doubts heading north on I-95 whether or not it would be worth the trip (outside of the ceremony obviously) but the views in Mystic were pretty awesome, and I must say that I am intrigued by New England's beauty. I thought it would be a bunch of loser Red Sox fans and bland terrain...I stand corrected.
Dan Lacey was the driving force behind the weekend and I mean that quite literally. The man drove from Media to Connecticut and back in a very exhausting 18-hour stretch of business. Kudos for that, and for making it 3 weddings in 3 consecutive weekends...impressive and praiseworthy.
Extremely deprived of sleep is what I am right now, yet still...
Forgoing more sleep to finish this absurd blog entry
Great Father's Day today. Listened to my Dad preach, and it was an excellent sermon. Went out for some Chinese food to celebrate his big day. Got him a cheesy hallmark card that corresponded with an underlying F-Day theme, perfect.
Historically amazing wedding. I am so blessed to have been a part of it, and I hope to do at least some justice to how good it was through my words. If there was any moment that provided greater evidence of God's existence, power and love than when Jared and Mandee took communion together, I must have missed it. One of the more awe-inspiring, faith-affirming moments of my entire life, and I am NOT overstating this, I promise.
I really am disappointed in myself for not getting this blog entry up in a more timely fashion, but such is the life of a busy underachiever such as myself
Jared seemed to keep his cool throughout the big day. If anyone knows me and Jared, they know we suffer from the same affliction of being heavy sweaters. Our wedding days may be the most likely time this ailment could possibly rear its ugly head, but Jar-Bar kept his cool throughout. I literally sent the following prayer up to God, and this is far from a joke: "Dear Lord, please designate any excessive perspiration that may occur on this day to me and not Jared. I don't care if I am uncomfortable for the duration of this affair, just please Lord, keep him dry." The Good Lord answers prayer, and though I went through a few periods where my dress clothes and the humidity got the best of me, the conditions did not defeat the husband of Mrs. Mandee Ashworth
Klondike bars are really underrated in my humble opinion. What does this have to do with my weekend? Probably not too much, but it's good for the reader to know that my mind occasionally will think about snagging a Klondike, especially if it's getting toasty outside.
Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi came on one of the Connecticut radio stations when we were taking a brief break from D's Iphone jams. He immediately turned the channel, and I was less than thrilled. Still, driver calls the shots, and if the driver inexplicably hates one of the most unifying songs ever written, you have to find a way to take it in stride. I love you Dan Josh, in spite of your musical bigotry, and know that you will have to suffer through Livin' on a Prayer at least 3,546 more times through your life given the popularity of the tune.
Matt _______. Can't remember the dudes last name, but I will not forget seeing him Friday night. The guy was an old buddy of Jamie (my partner in musical crime) who stylistically was right up my alley. If I was a talented performer, he is exactly what I would sound like. Every single song Matt played was one that I have at some point learned, or have tried with little/no success to cover. It's crazy to hear someone play only songs that you really dig for a couple hours. Ideal Friday night to come before a 22 hour long Saturday.
Not even close to being ready for marriage am I. (Sorry to phrase that sentence like Yoda from Star Wars, but I'm trying to run with this "ABCs" theme, and I have to sneak this idea in somewhere) People continually amaze me with their willingness (eagerness even) to jump into a lifetime commitment that they just are not ready for. After being at a wedding that both individuals were sincerely meant to take part in, I can honestly say that I personally am not developed enough as a man to take that step. People have to be straight with themselves when looking at their relationships. It's better to be single till you're in your early 40's than to jump the gun with the wrong person at a young age. Just because my amigo found the perfect woman for him at this point in life doesn't mean that I am destined to find my bride now also. People who put a time table on love and marriage aren't just impatient, they're foolish. Growth in this life isn't measured like miles on the odometer of a car. (I think I made that up, although it really sounds like i stole it from a Full House episode)
Omar, it's been real. But one of the reasons this weekend was so sweet was because I knew I only had one more day to deal with your shananigans. I love ya bud, and am sure you will get some sort of blog-love at a later date. On the other hand I am...
Pretty sure that once this monster post is finished, I will go on another long hiatus from the internet...I sure hope so at least
Quite the lengthy entry, wouldn't you agree?...ok, that was weak, let's just move on...Actually, one thing while we're talking about the letter Q: Top 3 most frustrating things in life is getting that 10-point piece in scrabble and not having a "U" at your disposal to make it count for something.
Rachel Ashworth gave me the perfect excuse to display my horrendous (AKA awesome) white boy dance moves at the wedding reception. She was clearly itching to dance, even more so than me, and we both were hoping that someone from our table would make the move. Eventually, I bit the bullet. Although we missed groovin to "Gettin Jiggy Wit It" which was a travesty, at least we got on the flo' for an assortment of other tunes. Rachel is just another piece of human evidence that the Ashworth family is just plain cooler than any other group of people connected by the same bloodline.
Smiling. Specifically of the awkward variety. When making eye contact with someone that you don't know in a setting as personal and exclusive as a wedding reception, there's only one real thing to do: Give them a big smile that says, "I don't know you, and let's face it, neither of us would particularly enjoy making small talk right now. That said, we both know a member of the recently betrothed, so let's reinforce the fact that this is a joyous occasion through our facial expressions." ...yes, to answer your question, my smiles do speak, and with an eloquence that my words lack.
Techno...my only beef with the entire wedding procedure had to do with this unfortunate genre of music. The time the dance flo' was the emptiest was when the music was most techno-based. I just can't get into techno, I'm sorry. But hey, it wasn't my choice of tunes, and when people are being selective jerks about what they want to dance to at my wedding reception some day, I'll be remembering how my picky self was this past weekend
Undressing in the parking lot, and getting into some more comfortable apparel was a good call. I fully endorse public nudity if it is necessary to make a long car ride more manageable...or if Dave Anglin is the driving force behind it
V-8 drinks all kind of taste the same to me...they all taste like a bunch of stuff mixed with carrots. It doesn't matter what's mixed with the carrots, because that particular taste seems to override any other fruits and veggies that may be mixed in
Why am I up this late when Omar is waiting to pummel me in less than 8 hours?!?!
X is a weird letter that always gives me trouble when it comes to anything alphabet related. But I was/am a huge fan of the X-men, so I suppose that counts for something when it comes to this letter
You are tired of reading this particular entry so I'll close it up on a more serious note, but one that must be mentioned because it was a moment of clarity that happened at the very end of my weekend...
Zero time I have for defaming my Lord and Savior's name under any circumstances. It does not matter where I am in my personal walk with the Christ, because it is insulting and intolerable under any circumstances. It's really incredible how much of this goes on nowadays and I am ashamed at myself for not being more vocally opposed to this type of slander. It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth, which is a complete aberration from what was a savory weekend.
...................................................
Moral of the story: Best way to follow up a fantastic weekend is with a mediocre blog. Chaaaa-Chiiiiing
Briggsy (possible other options include Brigzzz or L.B.) is the nickname I'm kind of digging at this point for Laura Briggs. Yes, I had to drop a name (or several) in this blog. Any self respecting human being who mentions this webpage in public deserves a shout-out, bottom line. So thanks Briggsy, both for the patio convo and for providing some solid vocals during the wedding. I'm sure we'll be playing the name game again some time down the road...at least one can hope
Connecticut is a beautiful state. I had my doubts heading north on I-95 whether or not it would be worth the trip (outside of the ceremony obviously) but the views in Mystic were pretty awesome, and I must say that I am intrigued by New England's beauty. I thought it would be a bunch of loser Red Sox fans and bland terrain...I stand corrected.
Dan Lacey was the driving force behind the weekend and I mean that quite literally. The man drove from Media to Connecticut and back in a very exhausting 18-hour stretch of business. Kudos for that, and for making it 3 weddings in 3 consecutive weekends...impressive and praiseworthy.
Extremely deprived of sleep is what I am right now, yet still...
Forgoing more sleep to finish this absurd blog entry
Great Father's Day today. Listened to my Dad preach, and it was an excellent sermon. Went out for some Chinese food to celebrate his big day. Got him a cheesy hallmark card that corresponded with an underlying F-Day theme, perfect.
Historically amazing wedding. I am so blessed to have been a part of it, and I hope to do at least some justice to how good it was through my words. If there was any moment that provided greater evidence of God's existence, power and love than when Jared and Mandee took communion together, I must have missed it. One of the more awe-inspiring, faith-affirming moments of my entire life, and I am NOT overstating this, I promise.
I really am disappointed in myself for not getting this blog entry up in a more timely fashion, but such is the life of a busy underachiever such as myself
Jared seemed to keep his cool throughout the big day. If anyone knows me and Jared, they know we suffer from the same affliction of being heavy sweaters. Our wedding days may be the most likely time this ailment could possibly rear its ugly head, but Jar-Bar kept his cool throughout. I literally sent the following prayer up to God, and this is far from a joke: "Dear Lord, please designate any excessive perspiration that may occur on this day to me and not Jared. I don't care if I am uncomfortable for the duration of this affair, just please Lord, keep him dry." The Good Lord answers prayer, and though I went through a few periods where my dress clothes and the humidity got the best of me, the conditions did not defeat the husband of Mrs. Mandee Ashworth
Klondike bars are really underrated in my humble opinion. What does this have to do with my weekend? Probably not too much, but it's good for the reader to know that my mind occasionally will think about snagging a Klondike, especially if it's getting toasty outside.
Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi came on one of the Connecticut radio stations when we were taking a brief break from D's Iphone jams. He immediately turned the channel, and I was less than thrilled. Still, driver calls the shots, and if the driver inexplicably hates one of the most unifying songs ever written, you have to find a way to take it in stride. I love you Dan Josh, in spite of your musical bigotry, and know that you will have to suffer through Livin' on a Prayer at least 3,546 more times through your life given the popularity of the tune.
Matt _______. Can't remember the dudes last name, but I will not forget seeing him Friday night. The guy was an old buddy of Jamie (my partner in musical crime) who stylistically was right up my alley. If I was a talented performer, he is exactly what I would sound like. Every single song Matt played was one that I have at some point learned, or have tried with little/no success to cover. It's crazy to hear someone play only songs that you really dig for a couple hours. Ideal Friday night to come before a 22 hour long Saturday.
Not even close to being ready for marriage am I. (Sorry to phrase that sentence like Yoda from Star Wars, but I'm trying to run with this "ABCs" theme, and I have to sneak this idea in somewhere) People continually amaze me with their willingness (eagerness even) to jump into a lifetime commitment that they just are not ready for. After being at a wedding that both individuals were sincerely meant to take part in, I can honestly say that I personally am not developed enough as a man to take that step. People have to be straight with themselves when looking at their relationships. It's better to be single till you're in your early 40's than to jump the gun with the wrong person at a young age. Just because my amigo found the perfect woman for him at this point in life doesn't mean that I am destined to find my bride now also. People who put a time table on love and marriage aren't just impatient, they're foolish. Growth in this life isn't measured like miles on the odometer of a car. (I think I made that up, although it really sounds like i stole it from a Full House episode)
Omar, it's been real. But one of the reasons this weekend was so sweet was because I knew I only had one more day to deal with your shananigans. I love ya bud, and am sure you will get some sort of blog-love at a later date. On the other hand I am...
Pretty sure that once this monster post is finished, I will go on another long hiatus from the internet...I sure hope so at least
Quite the lengthy entry, wouldn't you agree?...ok, that was weak, let's just move on...Actually, one thing while we're talking about the letter Q: Top 3 most frustrating things in life is getting that 10-point piece in scrabble and not having a "U" at your disposal to make it count for something.
Rachel Ashworth gave me the perfect excuse to display my horrendous (AKA awesome) white boy dance moves at the wedding reception. She was clearly itching to dance, even more so than me, and we both were hoping that someone from our table would make the move. Eventually, I bit the bullet. Although we missed groovin to "Gettin Jiggy Wit It" which was a travesty, at least we got on the flo' for an assortment of other tunes. Rachel is just another piece of human evidence that the Ashworth family is just plain cooler than any other group of people connected by the same bloodline.
Smiling. Specifically of the awkward variety. When making eye contact with someone that you don't know in a setting as personal and exclusive as a wedding reception, there's only one real thing to do: Give them a big smile that says, "I don't know you, and let's face it, neither of us would particularly enjoy making small talk right now. That said, we both know a member of the recently betrothed, so let's reinforce the fact that this is a joyous occasion through our facial expressions." ...yes, to answer your question, my smiles do speak, and with an eloquence that my words lack.
Techno...my only beef with the entire wedding procedure had to do with this unfortunate genre of music. The time the dance flo' was the emptiest was when the music was most techno-based. I just can't get into techno, I'm sorry. But hey, it wasn't my choice of tunes, and when people are being selective jerks about what they want to dance to at my wedding reception some day, I'll be remembering how my picky self was this past weekend
Undressing in the parking lot, and getting into some more comfortable apparel was a good call. I fully endorse public nudity if it is necessary to make a long car ride more manageable...or if Dave Anglin is the driving force behind it
V-8 drinks all kind of taste the same to me...they all taste like a bunch of stuff mixed with carrots. It doesn't matter what's mixed with the carrots, because that particular taste seems to override any other fruits and veggies that may be mixed in
Why am I up this late when Omar is waiting to pummel me in less than 8 hours?!?!
X is a weird letter that always gives me trouble when it comes to anything alphabet related. But I was/am a huge fan of the X-men, so I suppose that counts for something when it comes to this letter
You are tired of reading this particular entry so I'll close it up on a more serious note, but one that must be mentioned because it was a moment of clarity that happened at the very end of my weekend...
Zero time I have for defaming my Lord and Savior's name under any circumstances. It does not matter where I am in my personal walk with the Christ, because it is insulting and intolerable under any circumstances. It's really incredible how much of this goes on nowadays and I am ashamed at myself for not being more vocally opposed to this type of slander. It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth, which is a complete aberration from what was a savory weekend.
...................................................
Moral of the story: Best way to follow up a fantastic weekend is with a mediocre blog. Chaaaa-Chiiiiing
Friday, June 19, 2009
Gaye Pride
This morning I was dressed sharp. It was little Omar's graduation day and I was told to look nice, so I went to my go-to for semi-formal occasions. These duds include a white button up, tan slacks, brown belt and shoes, and a (tastefully) striped brown sport coat. Add to this a tie that's brown, tan, and light blue (to bring out the blue in my eyes, my sister would say) and brings the whole jawn together. Murph's hand-me-down shades with a brownish tint were the final touch on the first beautiful sunny day we've had in awhile. Oh, and did I mention it's Friday, so reasons for my good mood surpassed the morning outfit choice.
Keeping this great day moving in the right direction was essential. The next decision would be a big one. I get 13-18 minutes of Rypod listening in the morning. I love my pod, and believe it has the best assortment of amazing tunes that money could buy, or that I could pirate of the net. I needed to narrow down thousands of songs to a select few that fit my mood, and kept me in the zone. I needed something upbeat, yet macdaddy smooth, to blare and sing along to while getting my car-swagger on. Sublime, G-Love and all my other sunny day chill bands came to mind, but today they wouldn't do the trick. "Don't wanna be a playa no more" crossed my mind, but was canned because, on this morning, maybe I did wanna be a playa a little more. Then it hit me. I started the car, turned on the pod, and started pumping the Marvin Gaye, hitting myself for not thinking of this sooner.
Let's Get it On, Sexual Healing, I Heard it Through the Grape Vine....are you kidding me?! My driving was even affected by this decision, as I glided around turns and through green lights like I was a train on a track, and the conductor was M.G. himself. I cruised into work 5 minutes early, made my entrance, and exchanged gushing compliments with the lovely ladies in my classroom about how sexy we were looking. Omar must have picked up on the day's vibe, because the only shrieks he made during the graduation ceremony were those of joy, and they were welcome because the speaker thought it was a good idea to ramble while restless special needs kids got antsier and antsier to not be stuck in one place. As far as I'm concerned, Omar was just calling the guy out on it. You've got to admire the kids moxie though, and I will give him credit for a good day. After all, everyone has good days once and awhile right? Like I said, this is definitely one of them for me. I've been riding this vibe the whole day, and had to share it with you, if for no other reason than to suggest getting some Gaye Pride the next time you're swagger's up.
Keeping this great day moving in the right direction was essential. The next decision would be a big one. I get 13-18 minutes of Rypod listening in the morning. I love my pod, and believe it has the best assortment of amazing tunes that money could buy, or that I could pirate of the net. I needed to narrow down thousands of songs to a select few that fit my mood, and kept me in the zone. I needed something upbeat, yet macdaddy smooth, to blare and sing along to while getting my car-swagger on. Sublime, G-Love and all my other sunny day chill bands came to mind, but today they wouldn't do the trick. "Don't wanna be a playa no more" crossed my mind, but was canned because, on this morning, maybe I did wanna be a playa a little more. Then it hit me. I started the car, turned on the pod, and started pumping the Marvin Gaye, hitting myself for not thinking of this sooner.
Let's Get it On, Sexual Healing, I Heard it Through the Grape Vine....are you kidding me?! My driving was even affected by this decision, as I glided around turns and through green lights like I was a train on a track, and the conductor was M.G. himself. I cruised into work 5 minutes early, made my entrance, and exchanged gushing compliments with the lovely ladies in my classroom about how sexy we were looking. Omar must have picked up on the day's vibe, because the only shrieks he made during the graduation ceremony were those of joy, and they were welcome because the speaker thought it was a good idea to ramble while restless special needs kids got antsier and antsier to not be stuck in one place. As far as I'm concerned, Omar was just calling the guy out on it. You've got to admire the kids moxie though, and I will give him credit for a good day. After all, everyone has good days once and awhile right? Like I said, this is definitely one of them for me. I've been riding this vibe the whole day, and had to share it with you, if for no other reason than to suggest getting some Gaye Pride the next time you're swagger's up.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Dangerous Territories
Yup, that's what I'm getting myself into by neglecting what was once a flourishing blog. You know those blogs that you see links to in people's facebook/aol profiles that haven't had new material since Y2K? You click on the link and automatically come to the assumption the person is a deadbeat for failing to follow through with their page. Why not just remove the url or the link and save everyone the false hope they will be momentarily entertained? This is the zone my blog is heading, at least for the summer, so don't say you weren't warned. I just hope that I won't lose the handful of you that have faithful frequented, disposing of both your time and brain sells for the sake of da Blog.
Anyhow, I'm just getting home from my daily trench warfare with your buddy and mine Omar. I definitely have very little energy, but have a lot that I still need to (and want to) do today. This is where we get into potential dangerous territory #3: (If you're keeping score at home, #1-failure to write on the blog and #2-a renegade 5 and a half year old with the right arm of a) I clearly am going to collapse from sleep deprivation at a very bad moment due to my hectic summer schedule. Combine that with my obvious inability to cope with hot/humid temps and you have yourself a winning ticket. I just hope that when I do end up fainting, it's not at any of the summer's weddings or on the 4th of July.
I've got a lot of good ideas brewing, I just need mooooooore tiiiiiiiime...arrrrgh.
Blog out...
Wait, no....this is a perfect day to post again because loyal reader Jon Boooooooomer Greenberg turns 22, and I can't show him any facebook birthday love anymore, so this will have to do.
Jon, you're a gentleman and a scholar, no matter what is said to the contrary by people....and by people, I mean every human alive that isn't yours truly. Happy Birthday bud!
Anyhow, I'm just getting home from my daily trench warfare with your buddy and mine Omar. I definitely have very little energy, but have a lot that I still need to (and want to) do today. This is where we get into potential dangerous territory #3: (If you're keeping score at home, #1-failure to write on the blog and #2-a renegade 5 and a half year old with the right arm of a) I clearly am going to collapse from sleep deprivation at a very bad moment due to my hectic summer schedule. Combine that with my obvious inability to cope with hot/humid temps and you have yourself a winning ticket. I just hope that when I do end up fainting, it's not at any of the summer's weddings or on the 4th of July.
I've got a lot of good ideas brewing, I just need mooooooore tiiiiiiiime...arrrrgh.
Blog out...
Wait, no....this is a perfect day to post again because loyal reader Jon Boooooooomer Greenberg turns 22, and I can't show him any facebook birthday love anymore, so this will have to do.
Jon, you're a gentleman and a scholar, no matter what is said to the contrary by people....and by people, I mean every human alive that isn't yours truly. Happy Birthday bud!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Skillz to (Ideally) Pay the Billz
I'm back with a vengeance...or so I hope at least...
Let me get to the point with immediacy so as not to lose anyone off the bat(which has been hitless in recent weeks):
Everyone has skills to pay the bills.
It is now midnight on the west coast, which means that my Philly-self is again awake in the wee hours of the morning, drawing up thoughtful conclusions about life. And that is the most recent one I have stumbled upon.
Sure, it seems obvious, but when you think about it, how many people reach their potential? In my moderately humble opinion, it's a small percentage. Think of everyone you're close with, and their unique skill sets. How many people are fully utilizing the God-given tools they have at their disposal? Conversely, how many are settling for the "just getting by" lifestyle?
These thoughts began stewing in my mind as I was learning a new cover on my ax tonight. (On a side note, the tune was in the same vein as The Fray cover of Kanye's "Heartless"...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgnFKNvmV7o) It was a stellar jam, and I began realizing that most people haven't seen my potential as a fledgling artist, and the actual fulfillment of said potential could make this awkward 23-year-old unrecognizable. Writing and covering different songs may be an untapped resource in my arsenal, but most of my friends have territory themselves that they have yet to fully explore which they should. Everyone's got something to bring to the dinner table, even if they aren't sure yet whether it's a salad, a soup, or chicken nuggets.
Finding a niche is one of life's most puzzling explorations. And that doesn't necessarily mean finding a career. These aren't always interchangeable actions. What I'm saying is that the pursuit of a dream should cater to the strengths that an individual has innately. There's a balance, a healthy middle ground, between being a settler and being an unrealistic dreamer. Dreams do not magically become reality. Rather, the people who find their calling are the ones who have best learned their skill set and how they can build on their foundation. Finding your niche= Finding your skillz to pay the billz.
And if writing vague, wordy blogs is your niche,
well then, you're the author of ryforry.blogspot.com
Let me get to the point with immediacy so as not to lose anyone off the bat(which has been hitless in recent weeks):
Everyone has skills to pay the bills.
It is now midnight on the west coast, which means that my Philly-self is again awake in the wee hours of the morning, drawing up thoughtful conclusions about life. And that is the most recent one I have stumbled upon.
Sure, it seems obvious, but when you think about it, how many people reach their potential? In my moderately humble opinion, it's a small percentage. Think of everyone you're close with, and their unique skill sets. How many people are fully utilizing the God-given tools they have at their disposal? Conversely, how many are settling for the "just getting by" lifestyle?
These thoughts began stewing in my mind as I was learning a new cover on my ax tonight. (On a side note, the tune was in the same vein as The Fray cover of Kanye's "Heartless"...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgnFKNvmV7o) It was a stellar jam, and I began realizing that most people haven't seen my potential as a fledgling artist, and the actual fulfillment of said potential could make this awkward 23-year-old unrecognizable. Writing and covering different songs may be an untapped resource in my arsenal, but most of my friends have territory themselves that they have yet to fully explore which they should. Everyone's got something to bring to the dinner table, even if they aren't sure yet whether it's a salad, a soup, or chicken nuggets.
Finding a niche is one of life's most puzzling explorations. And that doesn't necessarily mean finding a career. These aren't always interchangeable actions. What I'm saying is that the pursuit of a dream should cater to the strengths that an individual has innately. There's a balance, a healthy middle ground, between being a settler and being an unrealistic dreamer. Dreams do not magically become reality. Rather, the people who find their calling are the ones who have best learned their skill set and how they can build on their foundation. Finding your niche= Finding your skillz to pay the billz.
And if writing vague, wordy blogs is your niche,
well then, you're the author of ryforry.blogspot.com
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