A Commuter’s Prayer

Happy New Year everyone! 🙂

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s talk about perseverance…

On my way to the office this morning, I used @waze as usual because it typically helps me plot a better course to my destination. Unfortunately, what Waze couldn’t know was that the road I was traveling on had flooded. It’s not always easy to tell how deep the water is, but as I’d soon find out, it was deep enough.

Deep enough that after quickly driving through it (because speed is always appropriate in the rain), my Cabrio with the little engine that could, simply couldn’t any longer. Waiting in line just shy of the 405N on ramp, the car puttered and summarily shut down. 😨

Mind you, it was pouring rain. I should mention that the car has no heat, so the windows were fogged over and I had soaked shoes after putting out the garbage cans in the rain before leaving my house.

I must admit that the thought of leaving the now familiar discomfort of my car, standing in the middle of the street, attempting to push what has become an oversized paper weight, under pelting rain was… not my idea of a good start to the day.

On top of this, for whatever reason, people think honking at a stalled vehicle is some sort of automotive prayer. So I had a choir of cars encouraging me with their blaring horns of intercession to do something other than sit there and cry. Which is what I probably would’ve done. But I’m not one to concede defeat so easily.

Instead, after a prayer of my own, I attempted to start the car, all the while believing that the engine would turn over and purr like a kitten. It was more like the gurgle of a garbage disposal, but I’d take it!

After a few starts and stops, I was back on the road in L.A. commuter traffic going a swift 15mph! 😃  And even though I arrived at the office 30 minutes later than I’d planned, the positive take-away is that I arrived, without needing a tow, or a push, or another car choir lamenting my obviously deliberate inconsideration.

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Out of Season

This journey to financial freedom is admittedly a marathon and not a sprint. So in the dry moment, I remind myself of this fact. But then comes those moments when I honestly can’t believe what I’m experiencing. This is one such moment. A moment that emphasizes the importance of being ready. In season, or out of season.

It started out like any other Saturday, except for the fact that in addition to regular BPM that morning, we were also hosting the Church Council meeting at our house, there was Advanced School at 8am (which I didn’t attend because – fatigue). We’d also been invited to a community networking event by a good friend of mine from High School, who was listed as the keynote speaker. But like most days, when it comes to figuring out the logistics of our sometimes chaotic, mostly comically overwhelming schedule – that must always include the whims of 4 little people with very different ideas of what it means to be bored – there was a lot of maneuvering and trying to coordinate with other people to make sure everything was accomplished.

What I’ve found though, is that in nearly every instance of logistical-work-outingness (yes, that’s a word), things just… work out. Profound. I know. I mean, it’s not just the “get by” kind of working out, but things really coming together in ways that we never would have imagined. So here’s the list of what was on our agenda for the day:

  • 8am – Advanced School
  • 9:30am – Church Council meeting
  • 10:00am – BPM at the Torrance Office
  • 11:30am – send Aaron over to his god-brother’s house for a sleepover
  • 12:00pm – attend a community event in Torrance as a vendor to promote our Financial Services business

And this is how, by what seems a miracle, everything worked out (with all its logisticismic beauty).

So my wife was to stay home and participate in the Council meeting (I mean, one of us had to be there since we were hosting it at our house). 😉 I was planning to go to the office for Advanced School at 8am and then BPM at 10am. My wife would finish up with the Council meeting, send Aaron on his merry way, drop the other 3 kids off at my parents’ place, and head over to the community event by noon. I planned to leave BPM a little early (like around 11:30am). This was a perfect plan.

Except it wasn’t. Or rather, it wasn’t destined to be.

Instead, I decided to skip out on Advanced School because like I said – fatigue and body aches that make you feel like you must be dying of some as-yet-undiscovered ailment only associated with people who have your name. Nevertheless, I did leave the house around 9:45am and got there in time for MoZone. Although we’d hoped to drop off the kids at my parents’ house, my mom wasn’t feeling well and no one else at the house was available to watch them. So we talked and decided I should go to the community event by myself. We figured I’d pass out a few flyers and hopefully book a few appointments.

However, when I arrived, I was told that my friend from high school was running late, and possibly not coming at all, because her daughter had collapsed and they rushed her to the ER! Hoping to save the day, the event organizer/host then asked me if I would be willing to step in and be the main guest speaker at the event.

I agreed. I just thought, wow… her’s an unexpected opportunity! Why wouldn’t I jump on it?

Meanwhile, I was also told that this event was kid-friendly. So the host told me to call my wife and have her come with the kids. And so, I did. They arrived just in time for the host to introduce me. I quickly spun through my off-the-cuff speech (that went extremely well, btw!). At the end of it all, we wound up having some great conversations with other attendees, and got four (4) numbers from people wanting to set up follow-up appointments. Considering the fact that there were perhaps just over a dozen people present, I’d say a 33% return is pretty good! 😀

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This Last Year

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted on this blog. Mostly it’s been because my life has been a series of peculiar events.

The sad part is that, in the past these peculiar events were the very reason I became a blogger in the first place. The only thing is I felt like I had to always explain everything which made the process of ACTUALLY blogging drawn out and quite tedious.

But the good part is that I’ve committed to blogging again. Not in the way I used to… creating posts that would either entertain or provoke deep thought. But as a way to chronicle the changes that are taking place in my life. The type of change that over the next 5 years will feel and look quite dramatic.

My wife and I have shifted our focus. And this new direction will affect the rest of our lives. So my blog posts will probably be a lot shorter. But I’ll be sure to include pertinent info. Feel free to join me on the journey. 🙂

That being said…

Tonight was a pivotal moment in that my wife and I met with The Rockets who really provided us with some clarity and encouragement. I will be starting a temp job in the morning at RAND Corporation. I’ll give more details about that later. But as it would happen, I broke my glasses tonight… the night before I start a new job. Awesome! 😛

w/The Rockets

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Tragedy In The Second Degree

This weekend I scrolled past a video of a woman being violently ejected from her car during a freeway accident. To say it was disturbing was an understatement.
I paused because I was so taken aback by the footage. Questions on top of questions flooded my thoughts…
Did she die?
Is she alive?
Were there other people in the car?
Was she married?
Did she have children?
How did her family react?
Was she on her way to work?
But the final question, and one that probably troubled me the most was…
Why would someone post this video to social media?
The answer that seemed to make the most sense was this one:
Tragedy has become a spectator sport. We have become so desensitized and accustomed to the idea and reality of tragedy, that in a general sense, we’ve lost all respect for privacy, impetus for prevention, and in some cases, being spurred to action in an effort to assist when tragedy strikes.
Content to simply stand back and watch, tragedy has become entertainment fodder, while compassion withers away.

We have policies in place to protect the interests of copyright holders and corporations, but misfortune is paraded about like some morbid trophy.

I’d like to believe we are better than that. Perhaps one day it will become the new normal.

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Forever Fortune

As a parent of small children (and big ones too), I’ve come to acknowledge and accept the slap-in-the-face fact that there are many things (many… many things) in my house that will be broken. Not “could” be broken, but “will” be broken. (Tangent: Prompting the creation of this Instagram account: Things My Kids Broke). Surely other parents will understand and sympathize (preferably with truffles and cream pies. Message me for an address 😉 ).

This realization caused me to really reflect on what I consider to be wealthy. It doesn’t exist as an expression of material things. They will come and go. But rather, those relationships can last a lifetime. Starting with my children… they are a treasure beyond price. My forever fortune.



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