Life Gets Better
I was out last night getting drinks with Mike (you know him as MasstaaMike) and we were talking about how we’ve know each other since we were both 7. Coming up on 15 years. Mike is one of my oldest friends and I took something away from our conversation last night… we couldn’t help but realize something. Life. Gets. Better.
Wanted to keep that with me so much that I made a wallpaper for my phone. Hopefully a few of you can find use for it too.
Follow Mike’s blog. It never ceases to throw a smile on my face.
Do you remember where you were six years ago? Do you remember who you were six years ago?
We’re 4 weeks into this year… it’s been interesting so far. If 2011 was the year of rejection for me, 2012 is then the year of redemption. Redemption isn’t easy but here we are.
Rejection can breed bitterness and cynicism… Bitterness and cynicism can expose pride and jealousy. Pride and jealously can only be cured with redemption.
I was driving home from work on Friday and I started thinking about something someone said to me a couple weeks ago. Someone said “I know you”. Normally not a crazy thing to say but after thinking about it, living in Santa Barbara has done a great job of hiding my past. Most people know something happened and then I appeared on State Street.
When that something did happen, there were some good people there. They’re still around today. They are some of the friends that I call family. They had every reason to walk away from what was happening. It wasn’t their problems to deal with. These friends though aren’t just friends to me; they’re heroes; they’re family.
Before the Dangerous Summer… before that year happened where everything fell apart… there is a story. There’s a boy who loves a girl who loves him back. There’s a group of friends that seem to always get away with some of the craziest adventures. There’s pizza and mountain dew. first cars and even boats too. To be completely honest… I don’t think we really knew how good we had it.
I put together this video in a couple hours this morning. Last night I found the original hard drive from my first MacBook and when I saw the data on it, it felt like I found a lost treasure.
To those of you who remember these days in Tucson, San Diego and Santa Barbara between 2005-2008, thank you. I don’t think my life would have been the same without all of you.
To everyone else, if you’ve seen the dangerous videos you know, I fell in love with my friends. This is how it all started.
Every story has a beginning. It’s not on accident that we were in Santa Barbara long before I ever moved here. It’s no accident we found ourselves in Tucson years before the Dangerous Summer. It’s not accident we got to do what we did in San Diego. I am incredibly grateful to have been given this life. We were Dangerous long before we knew it.
Two Weeks Left
… and the dangerous summer is over.
And then begins… a new season.
Jaclyn has had this painting since I’ve known her. Every time I see it, it reminds me that I have hope. And recently it has been a reassurance of peace.
I found that peace wasn’t about winning the war… It was about fighting for the right side.
This is the final dangerous summer.
Take Back Your Life
MANsion Reunion
I can’t be too long. I need to get back to the campfire.
I just wanted to share you all what it’s like to fall in love with your friends. Two of these guys are married. One is engaged. A few more like me are single. Some of them are heading to countries far away. Some call home somewhere on the California coast. Right now though, this is home. This is the stuff money can’t buy and no matter how hard you work, you can’t earn friends like this.
It’s a blessing. Not everyone gets a second chance.
If God Gave Gave You Another Chance, Would You Take Back Your Life?
I know I have. It made all the difference.
One Day You’ll Fall In Love…
It just won’t be what you think.
You’ll be driving over the border between Arizona and California asking yourself why you’re alone only to realize every city you pass through, you have a group of friends who gave up a bit of themselves to watch you grow. You’ll realize that the highways aren’t the only thing that stitched together these towns but that there are people that played a part; that had a moment in your story where you were the farthest thing from alone.
I fell in love. I wasn’t what anyone ever told me it would be. But here I am.
Thank you everyone for making the final Dangerous Summer… well… dangerous.
This last month, all I want to do is say I love you to everyone. Thank you for being apart of my story.
