Welcome To The Jungle

Monkeys, Piranhas, Dolphins, & SPIDERS!!!

Quote: “If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my god.” – Napoleon Bonaparte

Something scary: Night hikes in the jungle to look (Yes, LOOK) for SPIDERS?!?!

People we met: Lewis and Anna, couple we met from Cambridge. Age: mid 20’s, I think. We hung out with them for most of our stay in the jungle. They are really good people and it was good getting to know them. Sadly, they got attacked by a swarm of mosquitos on their 1st of a 3 night stay. We left them on day 2 but I hope that they made it through the rest unscathed.

Udpate: This post is way past due but we haven’t had time or internet to upload anything. So I’m doing a mass dump of this and hopefully the Machu Picchu trek will come very soon.

Tuk-Tuk Jungle

Iquitos was beyond cool! By cool I mean 85 degrees in the morning and 90 by lunch and so humid that you can almost drink the air. And when they say “Rain Forest” they are not kidding! It downpours once a day for about an hour in the mid to late afternoon. Unfortunately for us, we were in the middle of the Amazon river both times and had no refuge besides the leaky thatch roof on top of the “boat”. However, no amount of rain could possibly water down how awesome of a time we had!

Let’s start with our arrival, shall we? Overwhelmed is an understatement. I feel like we finally got a real taste of what South America is about and let me tell you, it smells like death! When we arrived to the world’s smallest airport and walked out, we were immediately accosted by a hoard of “TUK-TUK” drivers. Now, many of you are asking yourself what a TUK-TUK is and until recently, we had no idea either. So allow me to elaborate. A TUK-TUK is a motorized rickshaw and they are EVERYWHERE!!! The roads are full of them! We were in a taxi which was nice for the luggage but the ride into town was NUTS with motorcycles and Tuk Tuks going all over the place! I uploaded a short video of what the ride was like so you guys could see how crazy it was.

The Hotel Was Awesome!

Once we got to our hotel we were really surprised at how nice it was and we have Zach and Rose to thank! Our original plan was to book a hostel down the street when they recommended the “Jungle House” Hotel. We figured it would be nice to upgrade our sleeping conditions after staying in hostels for a week and it was well worth the money! You cannot put a price on how good it feels to have a big, clean bed in a cool and private room with a nice shower and clean towels, it was like pure heaven! The pool and free made-to-order breakfast with a fresh fruit smoothie didn’t hurt either… anyway, instead of going on about the hotel, I’ll put some pics in here so you can see for yourself

We Were Spoiled!

I say that because the “hut” we stayed in the jungle was the complete opposite of our hotel room in Iquitos. No electricity, open bathroom, screen windows, and everything was damp to the touch due to the humidity! We ended up sleeping on top of everything in our underwear just to survive the night and we were still miserable.

I can’t complain too much because Lewis and Anna must of had a hole in one of their windows because the mosquitoes tore them up completely while they slept. They looked like adults with chicken pox! But they took it like champs and didn’t let it get in their way. Side note: Amanda and I were both talking about how were kinda jealous of Lewis. He was so passionate about learning about the animals and plants. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was really happy to be learning about the different types of birds and other animals as we explored the jungle. We wish we had a hobby like that that we were really passionate about.

The lodge itself was really cool. Everything is on stilts because the entire area is flooded for 1/2 the year. and even though the rooms were uncomfortable, it was cool to “rough-it” for a night. Here are some pics of what the lodge looked like.

The Real Jungle

This 2 day trip was so cool! We did so much in such a short amount of time. But, by-far, the most amazing thing was the monkeys! I have a ton of pics and videos, so I made a little video of our trip! I hope you enjoy!

A Bird Just Shit On Me

… Oh well, whatcha gonna do?

Quote of the day: Wherever you go, go with all your heart. – Confucius

Something we learned: Siestas are not a luxury, they are a necessity. Throwing your crappy toilet paper in a bin is gross! and most importantly, do not play a game of chicken with the bird sitting above you in the tree

People we met:

  1. Sutherland, Age 22 from Charleston South Carolina. She graduated with a bachelors in Supply Chain Management and was visiting a friend in Peru before starting her new position in Scottsdale Arizona. The girl really loves sloths! HAHA “Honey, I got pictures!” Anyway, she was a great person to meet and we wish her well as she heads back home to start her new life in Scottsdale.
  2. 3 French girls who name all started with a “C” but I couldn’t tell you what they were. They just did the Machu Picchu Trek and were our roommates while we stayed in Barranco. They are 1000% times better than the first French girls we met in Miraflores.

Funny Story: I am considering opening a PI company called “Pick Nick” with a specialty in finding lost items. Come to find out, I am extremely skilled at finding all of the things I lose. I have successfully lost and found almost all of my belongings for varying amounts of time, but only two items are truly noteworthy: 1) My Life Straw water bottle which was stolen by the cleaning lady and returned after I emailed, called and showed up at their front door. And 2) my glasses which I lost in a park while conducting an awesome “Silly Salmon” move. Lucky for me, Amanda was taking a video of me while doing this and we were able to determine the exact location of the glasses and the park after dissecting the video for geographic clues. The problem was that I knew I lost my glasses while conducting said “Silly Salmon” move but we may or may not have been lost at the time. We named the company “Pick Nick”… Which was masterfully thought of by my partner in crime, Amanda. For future reference, she makes a great marketing manager because within 2 minutes she had a catchy slogan and a small dance number to accompany it. Unfortunately, I am banned from publicly sharing any such information. Something about public embarrassment and stuff… but it’s some good stuff.

Update: Today (Tuesday the 11th for those of you who are not reading this on the day I posted it… keep up folks!) is our last day in Lima! We head up to the Amazon with all the spiders and snakes… Most importantly we will get to see the sun soon!!! We haven’t seen the sun since we got here and I can’t wait to feel all the warmth that is has for me… But only for 10 minutes because then I need to apply sunscreen and wear my jungle hat!

On Sunday we rented bikes and rode up the coast of Lima. There is a woman with a small canopy set up about 2 mins down the street that has a sign that says “BIKES RENT” (great grammar, but oh well). It was only $3 per hour to rent bikes! I love how cheap everything down here is! Our hostel is only $11 dollars a day, breakfast is either free or about $2.50 and lunch is only $5 dollars… I’m getting off topic again.

The bike rental lady wasn’t set up when we walked over at 10:15 (most places don’t open until 11 or 12, even then, that’s early) so we decided to walk over to this cool little flea market in an alley across the street. Nothing special, but we did find a stand with hot coffee and homemade pastries. The pastry was like a small pie with fruit inside. I have no idea what fruit was in it or what it was called, but it was delicious! We sat on a park bench overlooking the ocean, eating the pastries, and drinking our coffee until the lady was ready with her bikes. You know… The rough life!

Once the lady was set up and ready, Amanda picked out a really nice bike for us. And this is how we biked up and down the coast!

HAHAHA! I’m lucky Amanda didn’t bring out a whip and scream “MUSH SLAVE MAN!!!!”… Side note: Pay close attention to the face of the woman on our right… This is why the rest of the world thinks Americans are a bunch of idiots!

In all reality, we actually got out own bikes and the path up the coast was really cool! There were a few times when I felt like I was going to get hit by a car, but no trip is worthwhile unless you feel a little bit of danger 🙂 Take a look below at some of the things we saw on the trip:

Our new hostel is a lot different than our first one. It’s not “Bad” per se… just different. I actually really enjoy our roommates! Mainly because they consist of 3 girls from France that smoke weed all day and go to bed before we do! They even apologized for making too much noise, HAHAHA, we never heard a peep! I really love their common area also! It’s like a little outdoor oasis. I took some pics so you guys could see what it looked like!

Yesterday was supposed to be a “Lazy” day but we ended up having to walk 2 hours back to our old hostel so we could pick up my temporarily misplaced (not lost) water bottle. And like I said earlier, I lost my glasses in a park on our way to pick up my water bottle. Needless to say, it was not a “Lazy” day! I actually feel like we walked more and further than we have in the past. But it was an adventure. I never had one bad minute while we were exploring / searching because I knew that everything would work out in the end. And no matter what the outcome was, it was out of my control… So the best thing I could have done is approached the situation with a positive outlook and a smile! And in the end, we recovered all of the lost items and made some good memories while doing it. Below are some pics that we took during our adventure.

Last but not least: We are going to start playing a little game called “Where’s Wilson”. This is where we take pics of things we see but there are some hidden “Wilson’s” in the background. This is for your viewing pleasure and laughing enjoyment!

Exploring La Cuidad

Checking out what Lima has to offer

Quote of the day: If you want to succeed you should strike out on new paths, rather than travel the worn paths of accepted success. – Rockefeller

Something we did: Took an Uber to a park

Something we learned: Not to take an Uber to the park

Something scary: Running into the car in front of us while in the Uber

People we met: Thais. From Sao Paulo, Brazil. She is an extremely nice woman that we met. She helped us to see something we would not have been able to without a lot of confusion… Details below.

Update: This is our last night in Miraflores. Tomorrow we go to a new Hostel in a Town called Barranco. It is supposed to be more traditional than the Bougie, upscale town we are in now.

The Water Park

Yesterday there was a guided tour that we really wanted to go on. It was to a park in Lima that had all sorts of artwork made from water fountains. However there were not enough people signed up so the tour was canceled. We thought that we were doomed, never to behold the beauty of the park and all of its glory… Luckily for us, someone wanted to see the park more that we did. This is how we met our new friend, Thais. She also wanted to visit the park and was not going to take “NO” for an answer. She heard from the people at the front desk that we wanted to go also and went looking for us.

We were a little down about the tour being canceled but we were determined to go to the park with or without a guide. There was a slight problem, we had absolutely no clue how to get there. Walking was out of the question, we have never taken a taxi, and I would rather face a raging bull than take the bus… So we headed to the information desk for directions on how to get there with as little stress as possible.

This is where Thais found us, walking to the desk in the lobby. And we are so grateful that she did! Being from Brazil and having experience traveling in South America, Thais offered to get an Uber if we would split the cost. Amanda and I looked at each other like we were just given the best gift in the world… So, with ridiculously large smiles, we agreed immediately! Let me say this… Taking a taxi or an Uber in Lima is a stressful event. There is no real way to explain the chaos that fills the streets of the city but it is something that NY or DC could never hold a candle to. At least in the states there are rules, signs, and the chaos is harnessed. Here, it is a never ending game of war.

We made it to the park safely, but on the way back we ran into the car in front of us on the expressway. The really weird thing was that both drives got out, made sure that there was nothing really broken, and then got back into their car with less than 5 words said… and we just kept on trucking?!?!?! This is not something I would ever like to experience again! OHHHH!!! I almost forgot the funniest part, the driver gave Thais 4 out of 5 stars! WTF? After he smashed into another car, we tipped, and he dropped us off a block before our hotel… What a jerk! I hope she gave him 1 star… Anyway, I’m getting off topic, I wanted to talk about the park.

So We made It To The Park!

I am so happy that we made it to the park!!! It was so much nicer than we expected and the best part is that we met a really cool friend in the process! Without her helping us we would have not been able to make it there and enjoy it like we did. Our hope is to meet up with her and her boyfriend when we get to Sao Paulo. I think it will be really nice to see a familiar and friendly face by the time we get to Brazil.

Downtown Lima

Today we took a walking tour of downtown Lima and we learned a lot. The group took the bus (2 soles = $0.75) from Miraflores, where we are now, to the center of the city. All together it took about 30 minutes to get there. The busses are are intimidating to say the least and not for the light hearted. They accelerate and stop so quickly that it is very difficult to keep yourself upright but there is nowhere to fall because the bus is so full that there is no where to move! I felt really bad for Amanda because we had two completely different experiences. My view was awesome! Mainly because the tallest person down here is about 5 foot 6 inches… Amanda’s view was not so great, lots of shoulders and backs. The suspension systems are very similar to riding on a boat in lake Erie during a small wind storm… With that said, the bus was light years better than taking an Uber but I would not put it at the top of my list in regards to traveling “Safely”.

Our tour guide’s name was “Jose” and he was very knowledgeable as well as funny. I really enjoyed getting to learn about the city and the architecture is crazy awesome! We both had a really good time. Something that was really unique was that after the tour, they gave us a map and told us to find our own way home! We got lost and had to make a couple U-turns but we were in no hurry.

Check out some of the pics of the city below.

Hostel Life

Which one of those little, smelly pieces of shit keeps turning the fan off!?!

Quote of the day: We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the ones we seek. -Obama

Coolest thing we saw: A very large and loud protest that lasted all day. We jumped in and rallied with them for a while… ya know us, just trying to do our part to bring awareness to the unfair working conditions of the Peruvian people.

Something we learned: “El Plato Del Dia” is the best thing since sliced bread! These are delicious plates that you can get for 14-15 Soles ($4 – $5 USD). We have tried their version of a ground beef patty, stuffed potato (with mystery meat), and baked chicken. All meals come with some type of a meat, a potato, and rice and they have all been really good so far!

Something we need to get used to: There is a lot! But the thing that bothers me the most is the smell of the room after 12 drunken kids crash in one small room… What really aggravates me is that it doesn’t have to smell so bad. You see, there is a window and 3 fans ; all of which I turned on at night. However, one of those smelly little kids must have gotten cold in the night and they turned the fan off… TWICE… So at 7am the room has a smell that is equivalent to getting smacked in the face with a sumo wrestler diaper… I’ll shank the little shit that thinks it’s funny to hot box a room of 15 people!

Dumbest thing we did: Tried to play “pyramid of death” (AKA flip cup on steroids) against professional drinkers (AKA 21year old kids)… Kids these days just had to go and mess up a perfectly good game. What happened to the good old days of “Cheers, pound, drink, flip?!?” Since when did the rules change? Now I have to drink, spin around twice, do a squat, build a pyramid of cups, dismantle said pyramid with one hand, and then flip cup???… We lost.

People we met:

  • Couple from Texas, Melinda and Jason. Age 42. She sells things online and he is a camera man for food network. They are trying to figure out how they can automate their life to the point that they can just travel all the time.
  • An Indian traveler by the name of Paven. Age 35. He quit his job on a whim, few to New York, backpacked through 30 of the 50 states (of course he skipped Ohio) then decided to go down through Mexico… Since he did North and Central America he decided to keep going and has plans to make his was through South America. When all is said and done, he will have been traveling for over a year by himself.

Day 3 and we are learning a lot.

We have done so much already! Yesterday we went for a run from our hostel to the beach. It is a completely different level of difficulty when running through the city. It is like playing Frogger on expert mode. Besides dodging all of the people on the sidewalk, I also had to compete with the crazy drivers that could care less if they plowed you over. I almost got hit at least 3 times. When we got to the beach we found a cool shopping plaza where we walked around few before running back. Needless to say, we are sore today.

This morning we went to a sketchy AF Yoga studio. Hahaha, you should have seen me and Amanda trying to follow along by watching everyone else because we couldn’t understand what the guy was saying. With that said, I think he did a good job of making sure we were doing okay and helping us understand as we went. It was a lot of fun.

Check out some Photos from our adventures. I especially enjoy the check that we got with the name “Gringos” as the client, haha! I know that Amanda really liked the gin bar we went to named “Give Bra = Star”

Adiós Estados Unidos Y Hola Sudamerica

Spoiler Alert for those just tuning in: I’m in South America

For many you, this is your first time reading my blog! I am assuming that you saw my post on Facebook and, out of anticipation or curiosity, you clicked the link to see what this was about. To those few that have been reading my blog for a while now, I say welcome back and thank you for reading. For the newbies in the crowd, “Welcome to the wonderful and messy world of my brain,” Here within the depths of my consciousness, you will find feeble attempts to brighten your day, enlighten your mind, and lift your hearts. I’ll use every ounce of my lackluster skills to document the adventures that Amanda and I embark on over the next couple months.

I hope that you enjoy witty banter, clever comments, odd metaphors, and vivid (sometimes wordy) depictions of our exploits because this blog is bound to be full of all of that and more (I’m hoping that you read that like an introduction to a magic show or circus… if not, please try again). However, I make no promise that it will be as entertaining as advertised… Sometimes my ambition to please is outweighed by my extreme lack of ability to do so. Think of my blog as a Christmas present from your estranged aunt. Even if it’s weird, you still pretend to like it because she is family. It’s the thought that counts, right?

By the time you read this, Amanda and I will have already landed, made it to our hostel, ate, drank, laughed, and passed out from pure exhaustion. So, to put you in my frame of reference please note that as I am typing, I find myself sitting in a plane a few thousand feet in the air. Amanda is next to me as we soar at 567 MPH over the Gulf of Mexico. It is about 1:30 am, the plane is silent and even Amanda is soundly sleeping on my shoulder. Tee minus 3 hours away from landing in Peru and I am so excited that I can’t sleep!

The last few days have been surreal. Up until now, I felt like I was living someone else’s life. The packing, the party, the goodbyes… It all felt fake until now. I kept thinking, “There is no way possible that I’m lucky enough or deserve to be in this position.” But here I am, I don’t know how, but I am. This feeling is similar to the one you get when you ride a rollercoaster. Close your eyes and think about the last time you were on your way up the 1st hill. Your heart is pounding, the world is getting smaller, even though you are surrounded by many people there is an odd silence amongst the group. As you are about to crest the top your breath shortens and time slows. Your hearing sharpens and the only audible noise is the iconic clicking as the cogs pull each car up and over the point of no return. Knowing that at any moment the last click will sound and you will be set free. Click, click, click, pshhhhh… You are overcome by the feeling of weightlessness as the earth’s gravity pulls you towards the ground. Your body reacts before your mind can comprehend and every muscle clenches.

This is the crucial moment that I am trying to explain. The nanosecond between being held back by the safety and security of life and moment that the last click is heard and your entire body is consumed with the rush of freedom as you plummet forward… I know that this was an overexaggerated way of explaining something as simple as “I’m excited and nervous” but those words don’t get to the core of how I feel. I’m on top of the world on my way down that first hill. My brain is finally catching up to my body’s first reaction and I’m about to raise my arms up high because this is going to be the best ride of my life!

On the other hand, the plane might also have something to do with this feeling of plummeting towards the ground. Wait until American Airlines hears from me about this flying tin can. We are on a 757 that should have been retired at least 5 years ago. The inside panels are being held together by tape in places, and during takeoff the plane made such a loud and high pitch noise that even the stewardess looked nervous. I mean, besides the rattling, bad smell, unexplainable noises, rock hard seats into consideration, horrible service, sweltering heat, and lack of entertainment… It’s not that bad… Not like we paid an extra $150 per seat to be upgraded or anything ::eye roll::

Fear, not my friends!

Plane 1

packed and ready

If you are reading this then we have survived the journey!!! Before I go much further, I want to share some of the pics we took on our way. As you can see we had a really good time getting ready for the flight. Goofing around on the plane was a lot of fun. Plus a few in flight “adult beverages” definitely made the trip go by a lot easier :).

Plane 2

nick drink

amanda drink

plane 3

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The Time Has Come

The Walrus Said…

I have been keeping this blog to myself for a long time now. It started as a means to quiet the noise in my head after everything I went through. After a time, it became my medium to communicate what I was doing and how I was feeling, I used it to work things out in my head and get things off my chest. I was even able to use it as a means of sharing and teaching different tools and tips I used to help get me through my insecurities and stresses.

It has been 3 months since I decided to put my thoughts into somewhat discernable words for your reading pleasure. And as the little caterpillar must grow into the beautiful butterfly for all to see, so shall this blog. If you have read my previous posts you will know that when I started this journey my mindset was not in the best of places. I was overwhelmed, I didn’t know who I was or what I was going to do. I was lost and found myself wandering around aimlessly in the game of “Life”. However, with the help of friends and family, I have begun to mend. My wounds and insecurities are beginning to dwindle and I am ready to take the next step in my journey through Metanoia and toward my end goal of true internal happiness. As I have alluded in the past, I am about to embark on a journey of a lifetime! Amanda and I are about to take a 3.5 month trip to South America followed by a 2-week journey to Maui. And tomorrow is the day we leave! We have packed and prepped for months! Everything that can be done has been done and we are ready to walk out the door!

However, I find myself very nervous. Not for the trip, or what wonders it has in store for us… I am nervous because yesterday I shared the link to this blog with my friends and family which means soon the infamous “they” that I have been talking about will become a reality. The entire world will have access to read everything I have been typing in here. In all honesty, the world doesn’t bother me. My concerns can be found within the extremely small confines of my social network here in the great city of Tallmadge, Ohio.

What am I nervous about you may ask… I’m glad you did because it provided me with a great segway as I try to explain. Over the past 3 months, I have dealt with a lot of internal battles that I have never spoken with anyone about in the past. It scares me for people to see what I wrote for 2 reasons. 1) Opening yourself up so that others have the ability to judge you for what you think and feel is intimidating. 2) I feel like I have been dishonest with a lot of people in my life and I feel guilty. Not that I have been blatantly lying, but I have been pretending to myself, my friends, and my family for nearly my entire adult life. I have been portraying this show of happiness for so long while I knew inside that my entire life was crumbling. Letting people know this is something that scares me a lot.

I am for fitting my ability to be upset if the people in my life judge me for my feelings. I know that many could care less about what they read within these pages, but there are some out there that I know will be upset. To those few, I say this, “Nothing I have ever said in here or done in life was ever meant to be hurtful. There is absolutely no maliciousness in my words. What you read here is a depiction of a story, my story, and while I may not have made all of the right decisions in life, I have acknowledged my faults and I am trying to become a better person.”

This step (publishing my story and becoming comfortable with myself and my situation) is necessary for me to keep moving on my journey through Metanoia. it’s funny because I can remember a time in the past when I would have thought that someone openly talking about their feelings and their issues to be “Weak”. They would not have had enough “Grit” or “Fortitude” to push through the issues that life there at them. The person that openly admits that life is sometimes fucked up, acknowledges his faults and strives to find happiness would have been someone I looked down on. My eyes were shut without me even knowing.

However, time is a wicked creature. Time only lets you learn from and reflect on the past, not change it. At this current moment in time, If I could change my story, I still would. Only because I am not yet smart enough or comfortable enough in my own skin to realize that the past has molded the person I am now. I am happier and have a higher emotional intelligence now than I can ever remember. I am learning from the past and becoming more and more self-aware every day. I have learned that being open and honest about my feelings is not weakness, it is an asset. I have discovered that success is not a measure of how much I work or how badly I am “needed”, it is a measure of happiness. Lastly, and most importantly, I now know that being comfortable with who you are and openly talking with those you care about is the only way to build the confidence and happiness that I strive for. And I can think of no better way than to share my journey with those that I care most about. This blog will contain everything from beginning to end. Tomorrow many of my friends and family will have access as we share updates of our journey through South America.

I am 100 % ready (nervous, yes… but ready) to allow people into this blog. But what I am not ready for is giving up my own private sounding-board, my refuge and place of solace when I am in need of an outlet for the chaos of my brain. I am scared that the brutal honesty and tone I use to describe the mess I call life will be watered down due to my new audience. But I promise myself and my friends following me, I have no intentions of changing my candor. I will continue to be just as open as I started. Admittedly, the tone will slowly change. But this is not a bad thing. I have already noticed that in the 3 months I have been writing that my tone has taken quite an uptick in how I approach life. My posts have become lighter, happier, and more enthusiastic about life and that is proof to me that I am healing my mind, body, and soul.

Months ago I stated that I was on a mission. My mission was to navigate the stormy waters of Metanoia and come out the other side as the transformed person that I want to be. When I started I was a victim of the waves, however now I have learned to steer into the wind, face the wave and sail directly into my fears. I am no seasoned captain by any means, however, I no longer fear that my ship will sink. The storm still rages, the waves are relentless, but the ride is easier and the winds have calmed. I can sense that the tipping point is near and I can not wait to find it.

Tomorrow is the day my new chapter starts! South America, here we come!

Play CLE!!!

This is going to be a really quick one! I wanted to post a video I made of a visit we took to a place called Play CLE. It is an indoor jungle gym for adults and children. This trip, in particular, was to celebrate my nephew, Ben’s birthday. He is a great young man! I hope he had as much fun as we adults did!

I Need More Discipline

Sometimes I get so busy with all the “Nothingness”

I have been the busiest, unemployed person I know. I know it’s been a long time since I have written anything but I really haven’t had the time. I have been spending a lot of time with my great grandpa Cliff. I really worry about him, especially with me leaving. But in the last couple weeks, we got his house cleaned up, fence mended, garden weeded, mulch put down, went to the doctors a few times, and even got trimmed up by Helen (Hairstylist) and Headliners. Grandpa has been going to get his hair cut there for over 50 years. He used to take Grandma there once a week to get her hair done. I will say this, for not being a barber, Helen has some great fading skills and her line work it on point! Not to mention they are really funny and easy to talk to. 2 thumbs up! This free public advertising announcement is brought to you by the makers of Awesomeness, also know as Nick Merriman, Big Minion, Metanoia Man, and Sir. You are welcome Karen (owner of the establishment) for my unsolicited name drop!

Moving forward! Besides helping grandpa I have been preparing for my trip to South America, Traveling to see friends and family and did I mention getting ready for my trip?

A quick recap of the month of May:

  1. I built a cathouse foroscars house Oscar (Amanda’s cat). My intent was to make a safe zone for him to hang out in due to his pure and utter hatred of my dog (Roxy). However, after a lot of hard work, I bring it home just to find out that he absolutely hates it and won’t go near it. F#@*!ing CATS! with that said, last night there was a huge breakthrough. He jumped on it for the first time last night as we were making dinner, he even played with some of the toys! I was elated!
  2. I dug the Panama canal. Kinda. It was actually just the downspouts for my mom’s house. the problem was that they god buried with about 2 feet of topsoil and an didn’t know where they were clogged or where they ended… So after finding them, which was a trick, then I had to dig out one 20 foot long trench and, one 7 foot long trench, and one 15 foot long trench… I conquered that dirt like the obviously strong man I am… and then I made Amanda rub lotion on my back, popped painkillers, and used ice and heat for 3 days because I couldn’t move.
  3. Color RunI ran in a color run with Amanda. We took a crap ton of pictures and videos. I’m working on uploading them into a cool little video like the one I made for when we went to Play CLE… I’ll make sure to post it up here soon.
  4. Played golf a few times. Once with Wes and once with Amanda’s brother Mike. I had a really good time on both days! I really enjoy getting to spend time outside, drinking a beer, and playing some golf there is not much better.
  5. I finalized all of the small odds and ends for my trip to South America. Which was a small sentence for such a large amount of work and anxiety.

 

Now you are all caught up! What’s next?

  1. Camping this weekend with my sister and her husband for Memorial day so that we can see them before Amanda and I leave and so they can take Roxy. I will miss that dog more than anything! Also as a side note to Ashley: If something happens to Roxy while I am gone. 1) Do not tell me until I get back… I don’t think I would be able to handle that kind of a hit being so far away knowing that I’ll never be able to see my baby girl ever again… but, No pressure or anything… She is just the most valuable thing in my life.. should be a piece of cake
  2. Murder mystery dinner to see my uncle and nana before I leave. this will be awesome because I have never gone to one before and since we know the crew, we might get a chance to be more involved 🙂
  3. Going away party at Phil and Jill’s house. These guys have done so much for me, I don’t even know how to start to thank them. I really hope that I can find a way to show them how grateful we really are!
  4. Crunch time!!! we leave 2 days after the party!!

I was just writing this for the sake of getting in on paper. it had been far too long since I have written anything and I was feeling empty… What you have to look forward to 1) I’m about to post the video of the Play CLE video I made for Ben’s birthday. 2) The video for the Color run we did in NC for Sarah’s School 3) I’m going to take some pic of our camping trip to share 4) I’m about to go public!!! the goal is to go public shortly before we leave. To be honest, I don’t want to have to answer a bunch of questions from friends and family about how I feel and what has been going on… I’ll share this site with them and before they even have time to read through any of it, I’ll be on a plane on my way to South America…

Let’s not forget that the entire purpose of documenting all of this is so I can find a happier place. A means of finding myself. I, no longer, will be the victim of being the person that everyone thinks I should be or trying to live up to standards that I set upon myself due to the feeling of never being good enough. I am who I am, I want to find that person and be comfortable with him. I am tired of the façade that I have led for my entire life. I am a novice captain, navigating my way through the choppy waters of insecurity and doubt. The storm above are the challenges and obstacles that I have yet to overcome, but the utopia ahead is a lifetime of happiness.

Joy

This will be an interesting post. Today is Saturday (technically it is Sunday morning at 1:45AM) and I am in a state of pure exultation. Just to let you know, I googled a better word for “joy” so that I could really deliver the message of just how good I feel! In this case, I do not know if my efforts were entirely necessary. Joy is a simple word that conveys a complex feeling. My immediate reaction after deciding that I wanted to blog about how and why I was so happy was to try and elaborate upon the word “joy” to make it bigger and better. For some reason, I feel like 3 letters in 1 word could not possibly explain how I feel. So I spent some time pondering about how I was going to attempt an explanation of my sense of joy. After a few minutes (maybe more than a few) I came to the realization that I might not have to elaborate. The beauty of the word “JOY” is that it has the ability to portray so much with so little. In my opinion, which is the only one that matters in this blog, when you feel the need to expound upon something it is because you are trying to explain something that you do not fully understand.einstein (2)

There is a quote by Albert Einstein, “If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.” I always assumed that this quote was in regards to more technical topics (IE: physics, and calculus). Having said that, over the past few months I have come to the realization that “Emotional Intelligence” is more complex and important than any mathematical proof or physiological theory. Emotional Intelligence is intertwined within the most basic and fundamental functions of the human consciousness. It is what makes up the constructs of how we perceive ourselves, others, and the situations that we find ourselves in on a daily basis.

As the clock strikes 2:30am, I find myself wondering if I need to explain what joy means to me. Moreover, I find myself wondering if I could explain it simply enough to portray the true essence of how I feel. Joy is as deep or shallow as the infamous “you” makes it out to be. More importantly, it could mean different things to different people. If I asked a 5-year-old what joy means to them, they might say that eating ice cream at the park is what brings them joy. If you asked a 21-year-old, she or he might say that sliding through college with a “C” average while still having time and money to get hammered on the weekends is what brings them joy. A feminist would tell you that they were joyous when they read the pronoun “she” before “he” in my previous example. Some of these new Millennials would feel joy if I referred to “THEM” as “THEY” (My new favorite pet-peeve is going to become the pronouns “they and them”. For the simple fact that our mushy young society can’t even muster up the balls to call themselves the gender that pertains to what is between their legs ::eye roll:: ). My personal favorite  person to ask would be my Great Grandfather Cliff. He would happily tell you that seeing me in the morning with a coffee and a breakfast sandwich to split while we read the morning paper brings him joy. It’s my favorite because it brings me joy also. I could continue. However, if I do, it would defeat the purpose of my point which is: Joy is relative to the person experiencing it and therefore it would be a complete waste of time if I tried to explain my perception of it.

What I will do is ask you to think of the last time you truly felt joyful. A moment when your heart was full of happiness and you couldn’t stop smiling if you tried. This is a real request, humor me here. Take 1 minute and do this before you continue. I promise that my meaningless words will still be here when you are done… Have you done it??? I feel like I still have a few stragglers in the crowd that just keep reading… I’m telling you that my will to keep typing about how you are blatantly ignoring my request will far surpass your will to not take 1 minute, just 1, and really think about the last time you felt joyous. For those of you who did listen to my original request, I thank you from the bottom of my heart and I apologize for this ridiculous delay but I know that there is still at least one person that is just continuing to read AND HASEN’T TAKEN JUST 1 MINUTE TO THINK ABOUT WHEN THEY WERE LAST HAPPY. To you, my stubborn friend, I say that your stubbornness will catch up to you one day… For everyone else, let’s continue.

Fill yourself with that emotion and let it manifest. Use all of your senses: How did it feel? What did it look like? How did it smell? What was the Temperature? Who were you with? What were you wearing? What season was it? Where were you?… After you answered all of those questions, notice the feeling you have in your heart and mind. Keep that feeling while you read the rest of this post. I am asking you to do this because I do not have enough emotional intelligence to simply explain the intricacies of “joy”. However, I can put you in the right state of mind. This is important because what I have to say is simple and impactful but without the right mindset and proper understanding, it will mean nothing. Now, let that good feeling build in your mind… really revel in the memory and when it has truly consumed your entire being, then, and only then, may you continue to the good stuff!

This morning I woke up next to my bestfriend. I opened up my eyes and there she was. throughout the day we ate, we drank, we laughed so hard it hurt, we talked about everything, and about nothing. The reason I am so joyous is that as soon as I finish this sentence, I get to curl up next to her and do it again tomorrow. – JOY

Stress Awareness Month

Hello! Short one today. I will not be torturing you with a long-winded soliloquy of the on goings of my life. However, fair warning, Over Easter my sister, her husband, and their kid Benjamin came to visit. Amanda and I took them to this amazing place called Play CLE in Avon. It’s a large warehouse packed full of American Ninja Warrior type obstacles, where adults can pretend to be “in-shape-teenagers” while frolicking around on platforms and swinging from ropes and bars. Best yet, you can drink the pain away when you are finished at the attached bar!!! We took a ton of pics and videos, so I will be using my new found skill of video editing to bestow upon you an amazing montage of all the fun things we did. I know the wait will be difficult, but I’m sure you will make it through.

April is stress awareness month and I have been uploading some posts on FB and LinkedIn in regards to how to identify and properly manage the stresses in your life. This is something that is very important to me because (as you know from reading my previous posts) I had my own battles with dealing with stress and I didn’t handle it very well. If I am able to help just one person, or even give someone the tools they need in the future, then I will consider my mission a complete success!

I’m not going to get into great detail about what I went through the past couple years. In all honesty, the stress I suffered from was a symptom of a much larger problem, but I suppose that is the case with most people. What I will say is that I never dealt with my issues, I let them build, I ignored the, I pushed them away, I hid behind making myself busy at work, I never made what I wanted important, and I never talked about them.

Keep it simpleDo you remember a month or so ago when I posted a cool little tool that Amanda showed me in regards to keeping life simple? Well, I wanted to share this again. I have used these questions more times than I can count and I am amazed at how such a simple tool can make life so much better. The problem I always had was that I never thought that my own wants or needs were important enough to bother others with. I was so involved with keeping up the persona that had become my life that it felt easier to just roll with the punches, swallow my own personal happiness, and make sure that I kept up the status quo. But the cost of that mentality was high and I paid dearly for it.

I want you to do something for. Go through the above list and compare it to the people in your life. Pair the questions up with those people and act upon them. Call an old friend, tell your boyfriend/Girlfriend that you are upset about something, let you child know that you appreciate something about them, or tell your friend that you love them. this is going to be very scary, it’s going to give you anxiety, you will feel awkward, but after you have done it you will realize the power of keeping life simple and talking about the things in your life that cause you stress.

As you know, I found my Metanoia and I am on my path to recovery. When I found out that April is stress awareness month, I took it to heart. So many people carry around the unneeded weight of stress. whether it is because of work, family, loved ones or the internal battles of your own demons… The weight is heaviest to the ones who carry it and none of us can understand the toll it takes on the body and soul. Moreover, dead weight is always heavier. Talking about your stress brings life and light to your burdens. Once brought to light you can see how and where to hold your stress in your life that it is easier to carry. Even better, after you talk through it and understand it, you can set your stress down and walk away with a little bit lighter of heart.

I know my metaphors are terrible, and I probably don’t make sense to most. But for those of you who know what it is like to carry the burden of stresses unknown to anyone but yourself, you will understand what I am trying to convey. I hope my words are enough to make even one person feel comfortable enough to bring their stress to light. just one person that has the courage to say, “Hey, I wanted to let you know how I feel.” Because that one person will have a better life for doing so.

Last thing I wanted to squeeze in before I. With April Bing stress awareness month, I have been doing some research and creating a few posts on LinkedIn in regards to identifying and dealing with stress. There are some good methods on here in regards to coping with negative behaviors and mindsets. I encourage anyone to take the time to read them. Their links are below.

As always, thank you for taking the time to read my blog.

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