SERENITY NOW: Suffering in Silence.

Last updated on April 4th, 2021 at 02:09 pm

So you may have noticed the blog a little lacking of late. Life hasn’t been so forgiving lately, and yes—it’s been a struggle. Whether it’s the transition to being a schoolkid’s Dad and the rigorous schedule that comes with it or the 12-hour days the 9-5 had for me in budget season, I’ve been continually choosing some things at the cost of others just to keep my head above water.

But now that I’m through a period that had me at my wits’ end more often than I liked, licking my wounds isn’t an option. The world didn’t stop turning while I fought to find my way, and several weeks later with a to-do list filling four sheets of lined paper double-sided, it’s time to kick it up a notch and start producing like I know I can.

And I’d say there’s no better time to do it than NaBloPoMo.

NaBloPoMo—Because This Dude Ain’t Slackin’ No Mo

National Blog Posting Month—or NaBloPoMo for short—sees November much like NaNoWriMo does: a month dedicated to getting you in the practice of creating consistently by having you post each of the 30 days in November. It actually might be a little harder than the National Novel Writing Month (i.e. the aforementioned NaNoWriMo), because where NaNoWriMo looks to have you complete a 10,000-word novel by the month’s end, or 333 words a day, blog posts far exceed that on average, so you’ve got to come correct!

But it might be just the push I need to get back on track, with no shortage of ideas to write on—just a lack of direction to see them bear fruit. In short, it’s time to stop letting my circumstances dictate my editorial calendar and give an amazing year an equally as amazing end.

It’s time to get writing.

Can’t Complain if You’re Not Keeping Up Your End of the Bargain. Friends—I’m Back.

I’ve been told on more than one occasion by other influencers that they’d like to be me when they grow up—quite often by ones older than myself. And as flattering as it is, I can count more than a few times where I’ve wanted to be anyone but me.

But that’s something I need to learn to work past—I’m blessed with a pretty wonderful life, and I need to remember that when the times grow bleak. I need to look to my family, my accomplishments, and the roof I have over my head, remembering there’re a multitude of paths my life could’ve taken instead… but it chose this one. With a wife. Two kids. Gainful employment and an ever-growing blog. At the age of 34, I feel like I’ve lived so much already, but there’s so much yet to come!

And I’m going to be here capturing every last bit of it.

Thanks for reading and until the next, I remain,