**this entry is dedicated to all the victims of Hurricane Sandy; my parents being on the top of that list**
There comes a time in our lives that we forget who we were in the past because we are so in tune with our image of who we are in the present and consumed with planning who we want to be in the future.
I read through these past blog entries, as if they are not my own. I notice how life has changed from year to year. And with this year coming to a close, I get lost in thought of what will come of the next year. And I plan.
Planning has never been my strongest suit. I always lived for the moment and whisked through the days carelessly, yet happily. I always floated through my career, letting the wind take me to where I’d end up next. Maybe it’s a trait of being a Gemini; whimsical, precarious, flighty. I chose this life because the excitement of newness always kept my interest of wanting more change.
Nevertheless, I plan. I plan for the year ahead. I work on my entrepreneurial endeavors and ruminate on ideas of expanding. Corporate America is a place of my past. It taught me the best lessons in life. It sharpened my skills to be able to fix my real future. It also showed me exactly what I don’t want out of life and took my inspiration of ideas of one day owning my own business and executed those dreams into my current reality. And now here, I hold in my hands the tools, as I build my mini empire.
While I plan, my parents rebuild what was destroyed in their lives. They reconstruct the past 40 years of hard work and dedication. They sail down and emotional roller coaster of change. They have watched their lives get washed away with one wave. But I have no doubt in my mind that they will stay up and raise their sails. We all witness the evolution of storm, in one way or another. But we do not all take on the strength needed to come up from it. Some weaken, get defeated and end up drowning. Others press on and keep fighting until they get what they want. Luckily my creators are the best example of survival and success.
And although, time has lapsed since my last entry, I have never stopped thinking. I am reminded daily of the inspiration surrounding me in my life. It’s hard to be proud of the decisions that you make in life, if they do not bring you joy. The key to obtaining that joy is to first find your passions and loves in life. The rest will fall, like dominos. And although, history will make itself, just be mindful of precisely placing yourself in the right direction.
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A few photos from over the past few months:
My city has been turned upside down, but we’ll straighten up in no time…
The following pic is of my creators. It was taken during the time they were displaced from their south shore home. I was making them work out their issues while they were staying in my brother in law’s gym turned shelter, where they stayed for almost 2 weeks…#warriors
The next photo was taken at Astoria Park, Queens. Some borough love! This may just be the best view on the planet….
This is the last photo of borough love. It was taken on my avenue. The stories are as mystical as the skies of 3205…
The next pic was taken on the Upper West Side. If you’re there early on a Sunday morning, the city possess a peacefulness that you cannot find during any other time…