Changes

Change. What does that word mean? Does it mean that things get better? Not always. Does it mean things get worse? Also, not always. We as humans are constantly changing, without even knowing it. Little things about us are changing while the big picture is also changing. I have worked at Marcus Twin Creek Cinema for 10 months now, and as of tomorrow, March 5th, my time at the theater is coming to an end. As I recall back on my time employed there, I realize that my character is casting a giant shadow over the previous state that I came into this job with. Starting this job, I was coming out of a very serious relationship and had absolutely no motivation. Since that time, I've used my time of reflection to build character, trust, and most importantly, new friendships. The men and women I worked with at Twin Creek lifted me up out of the dumpy state of which I resided and kept me motivated when it didn't seem possible. These people became sort of a second family to me, and somehow I got my life back on track. 

Now, look at me. I'm a month away from moving into a beautiful home with some of the best friends that I've ever had. 

I didn't realize this whole time I had been getting closer and closer to my goals and have so much to be proud of this time around. I've taken these 10 months to work on myself and take care of myself and I couldn't be happier with the result. 

I haven't had a soda in 2 and a half months now (longer than I lasted last year) and my fitness was taken to a whole new level when I began MMA/Boxing training 3 weeks ago. So much stuff is going on, and my brain doesn't know how to process it. 

I'm feeling so many emotions and can't hold on to all of them because they will just drag me down. 

I think I'll just take advice from brad paisley  

"When life gives you limes, make margaritas "

Theater kids, it's been a hell of a ride and I won't forget you. I'll stop in from time to time to say hello, let's hang out sometime 

7: Cards Left on the Table

Have you ever played poker? Who am I kidding,
Everyone has played poker at some time in their lives. Picture this, you're in the middle of a simple game of Texas Hold 'Em, and you've got two 6 cards in your hand. You aren't sure about this hand, because you've had bad luck on every single past hand. The fact that you've had bad luck before this hand begins to sway your opinion, and before the betting even begins, you set your cards down on the table, signaling a fold.

A fold?! Are you serious? You don't even want to try and see what that hand has in store for you once you go just a little deeper?

I don't know about any of you; I am a curious one.

3 other players remain, and here comes the 'River'. Flip. 6.
Flip. 10.
Flip.

6.

You just let a four-of-a-kind go. How does that feel?
That was a million dollar pot, buddy. Not really. But what if it was?


I like to use this analogy in most every situation that I encounter any sort of hesitation. Wayne Gretzky (Michael Scott)  said it best when he proclaimed "You miss 100% of the shots you don't take."
Hope all of you Office fans got that one. ^

Why not try? The worst that can happen is that your luck just isn't in the cards today, and you can try again tomorrow.

That's much better than leaving cards on the table that hold endless possibilities.

Number 6: Updates

Hello, Everyone~

It's been a while, so I figured that tonight was the night to update those who read these on my current situation.

Update #1:

This is the little summary of the story, that will be on the back cover of my novel when it finally makes it to that stage. Any of those interested in reading the novel when its finished, please email me/ text me, and I will make sure you all get a copy of it!

"Alex Witt, 27 year old married man, working a desk job at the local Police department, wakes up on the cold, hard ground in his cell, on what he has decided will be his final day in the torturous cage he's been locked up in for 5 days, without food and water. On this day, he was going to let them finish him off. The usual time of 3:30 came around and instead of his kidnappers arriving to beat him, a masked man breaks Alex out of his cell, only to take him to a headquarters of some sort that again, leaves Alex wondering. Alex's thrilling journey to figure out the nature of his kidnappers is a fantastic, heart-pumping joyride.With plot twists, drama, and a lot of action, this is one you won't want to miss. Chasing Greys."

Update #2:

Marathon. 6 months. I can do this.
Well, that's what I was telling myself. WAS.
That was before this last Saturday, November 8th. I was playing football, and for the love of me, tried to take a slant route on an opponent that kept frustrating me, and getting in my head.
When I planted my foot, I felt, and heard, several pops in my knee, and swelling ensued. You know what else ensued? A fall flat on my face, due to my knee also giving out at the same time.

As of right now, the knee is still swollen, but getting better with each passing day. I and dozens of others believed for a slight moment that I had torn my ACL, for sure. But with the passing symptoms and daily recovery, I should be back on the right track to make training for this marathon the best it can possibly be, as early as i can possibly get back out there to running again. Thank you to everybody, for your continued support!

Update #3:

I cannot begin to express the amount of gratitude I have for everyone in my life that continues to support me in my goals/dreams/ambitions. People, surround yourself with supportive friends that encourage you, and I believe with my whole heart that when faced with adversity, the support around you will propel you to success. This has been my crutch for the last 3 weeks of training, and now the next 2 weeks of recovery from my injury.

Thanks, Everyone again for reading. Again, if you want a copy  of my novel when it is finished, please let me know in any way possible!
What a great opportunity it is to share my goals and accomplishments with you all!

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Post number 5

Hey Everyone!

I have big news for the crowd that decides to read this. (To whom it may concern)

Two things:

1. #26inMay

In May, I will be running 26 miles. Yep, I'm running a marathon in may.
I also need a sub category for this. A lot of people that I have talked to about this have been super supportive!(Optimists)...And then there's those who are "realists" and see the shape that I'm in right now, and completely fast forward straight to "You're going to fail."

You know what I've got to say to that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm not going to say anything, because anything that I reply to that will not be nice. My wonderful mother always taught me to not say anything at all if it wouldn't be nice.
...and I'll have all the satisfaction I need when my 6 months of training kicks ass as I'm crossing the finish line in may.

I have created a hashtag as a shortened version of my self motivating motto, it's #26inMay just as you see above. The lengthened version is essentially this:  "If you do this much today, 26 in may will be no problem."
I'm serious.
2.  Chasing Greys halfway done!

Great news about the novel! I've made huge progress in the last few days and have decided that in light of the number of individuals who want to read this book when it's finished, I'm going to dedicate at least an hour of every morning to finishing the writing. It will be a lengthy project, about 30-35 chapters, but once finished it will represent more than just an action/thriller novel. It will represent the next 3 months of hard work that will be put into it!

Planned finish date: 12/30/2014

AND, you'll love this. I have certain connections that will possibly allow me to have this novel PUBLISHED! I just need to make it really, really good. Challenge accepted.

Aint no mountain high enough, baby. Until next time.

Post 4

Well, it's been a few days since my last post. There's been a lot going on in my life that I'd love to discuss, but it's better that I save that for a different post. I'd just like to share this part of a story that I wrote for my English class last year. I was fishing through old documents on my computer and stumbled across it. I actually really enjoy this particular part of the story, because it makes me laugh. Hope you all enjoy.
(P.S. it may be too descriptive, but the story got an A. Oh well)
Also; this story is about the end of the world. This part has nothing to do with it except it sets the scene before it happens. I'm not writing a romance novel, I'm not sure it suits my writing style. However, this part helps the story a lot. Enjoy!

I zipped open my tent made for two, and slid inside. As I was closing up the door to my half-occupied resting place, and hand reached in through the open space that hadn’t yet been zipped. It was a feminine hand, beautiful, with red painted nails, and a tattoo on the wrist that read something that looked like it was written in Hebrew writing. The pale hand opened up the tent and Dawn stuck her head in through the door. “You sleeping alone tonight?” She asked.

“Yep, it seems that way.” I told her nervously, my hands shaking from the sight of her.

“Mind if I bunk with you? No room anywhere else.” Wow. She said it. She really said it. I couldn’t believe my ears when she asked to sleep in my tent! This is my chance, I thought. I can definitely do this!

“Sure!” I said. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable.” She slid in through the small door. What I hadn’t noticed while she was standing outside of the tent was that she had only been wearing a bra and panties, and I couldn’t believe it when she walked in.

She was stunning. There wasn’t a thing in the world that I admired more. The sight of the curves of her hips was driving me wild as she stepped in. She caught me staring at her, and to my biggest surprise, asked me, “I don’t have a blanket. Could you share?” Hallelujah. It was at this moment, that I felt so close to an angel, that I could speak to God himself. I thought to myself: God, thank you. I wont forget this.

“Of course Dawn! Here you go.” I made a mistake. I gave her my blanket. Not just some of it, all of it. She kind of stared at me wondering what I was doing, and I just turned over to go to sleep. What an idiot. I cannot believe I just did that.

But sure enough, it was almost like it was supposed to happen. Not five minutes after I gave Dawn that blanket did I feel her scooting closer and closer to me, until our warm, half naked bodies were touching together. She put the blanket over the both of us, and her arm around me. Needless to say, I could feel the testosterone rushing through my body, and that’s never a good thing. There were sounds of others outside getting into their tents, but I couldn’t hear them. I was too focused on what’s going on, right here, right now. She pulled me even closer. I finally told myself to man up, and turn around. Right as I turned over, her lips met mine. There was a dash of ecstasy between us as we slowly kissed over and over, and I shivered as her fragile hands ran up and down the small of my back. I had never felt this great about myself, or with anyone. Upon kissing my neck and down my chest, she says “I’m drunk. Lets go to sleep”.

Damnit. I almost had it! I turned over, and shut my eyes.

NuMBerThrEE

Lets talk about passions. First, I am going to explain my passion. If you feel lost, and can't quite put your finger on what your passion is, you're in the right place. You may have more than one, you may have just one. It all depends on what kind of person you are.

I have a giant passion for guitar that will never leave me. Do you have something in your life that you can't go a day without thinking about? Something so powerful, so beautiful, yet so complex, that you are attracted to it no matter what mood you are in? 

That's exactly what guitar is to me. When I'm happy, I play guitar. When I'm sad, I play guitar. When I'm angry? Guitar. 

Someone once asked me what my passion was, and I couldn't quite bring it to my mind. Anytime that happens, my advice to you is to think about anything, and I mean ANYTHING in your life that literally takes you to another world. 

It should be something that helps you focus, something that you can put your entire heart and soul into. If that's a hobby, great. If thats your job, that's amazing. If its a person, I recommend otherwise. 

It's not a bad thing, but my advice is to find something that will NEVER leave your side. Something that you believe in, that you can put everything into and actually get something back from it. Something that you feel absolute merriment from the sheer idea of it. 

A passion will never quit on you. It will always be there. There was a point in my guitar-playing history that I quit, and vowed to never pick it up again because I was tired of feeling so frustrated.

I didn't pick up a guitar again for 6 months. Over those 6 months, there was no telling what I was doing with my energy, because I sure as hell wasn't using it on a passion of mine. When I finally decided to pick up my guitar and try again, it happened. I felt a feeling that I'd never felt before. I couldn't hear anything but the beautiful noise coming from the bronze colored guitar strings. I realized at that point that I'd found my passion. Now, its safe to say that my favorite part of every day is when I can pick up that black Yamaha acoustic guitar and fall onto cloud nine.

My suggestion is that all of you find that type of love for something when you can, as soon as you can. If I didn't have that, I would be searching far and wide for something that makes me feel the way playing the guitar does.

Search for it, and work hard. The work really pays off. Nothing beats being able to explain in nitpicking detail how much you love something.

PoSTnuMbeR2

First of all, I'd just like to point out that yesterday, I made a pretty long blog post, and I really wasn't expecting anybody to look at it, to be honest. It was just going to be my outlet, and I was just notified via email that my blog had "reached 100 page views in a day". I was pretty much blown away by this, and want to thank anyone who took the time to read what I wrote.

With that being said, I'd like to share a segment of a novel I'm currently in the process of writing, titled "Chasing Greys" . I haven't told anybody that I'm writing it, so this is my announcement. I am especially proud of this segment, because while writing it, I was able to visualize what this would look like if it had been a movie. It will also give a good idea of how the novel starts. I am sometimes creative, so when ideas are flowing they sure do flow out on to the paper. If you have a comment/criticism, you can post it below or also contact me any way you know how to (Facebook, text message, etc.) Enjoy!


Three days. Three days had gone by since Alex had seen daylight. He knew for sure that Jamie was worried sick, and hoped that she had faith that he would return. He thought about his wife for about 10 minutes, before he realized he should re-focus his thoughts on his surroundings. He remembered that at exactly 3:30 every day, he heard 3 knocks at the door down the hall, 2 knocks at the door next to him, and at 3:32, they would knock on his door one time, open it up, and pull him out of the eerily dark cell that he had been forced to call home, and tortured him by beating him until blood was pouring from any wound they could create. Bones and muscles weaker than he could ever imagine, the phrase "my legs are like spaghetti noodles" took on an entirely new meaning to him.

Today, a battered Alex checked his watch to see how long he had until the bloodthirsty mercenaries returned to finish the job. He was for sure that today was the day that he was going to die. His watch read "15:39". One minute. He began sobbing as he thought about his wife, and believed that he could hold on one more day just for her. They had only been married 2 years, but he knew. She was the woman that he woke up in the morning thinking about, and went to bed at night thinking about.

3:30. Three knocks down the hall.
3:31. Two knocks next door.

Anxiety was rising in the mind of Alex, and he could feel the chambers of his heart begin to pump blood throughout his body faster than ever before.

3:32.
3:33.
3:34.

The mercenaries were 2 minutes late. This was unusual. Alex knew there was something wrong. Maybe one of the other "inmates" is giving them trouble, he thought.

Just when he began to relax a little bit, the door of his cell burst open, and a masked man entered the room.
"Come with me, if you want to live, Alex Witt." the man whispered to Alex.
The man was armed with a military-issued M4A1 rifle, and he seemed to know the way out. Alex stuttered a "o-okay" and began to limp after the masked man. Corner after corner, the masked man picked off 5 different guards with his silenced rifle, and Alex could tell he was military trained. They entered a parking garage, with a door on the other side that boasted a sign above that said "exit".

"Come on! We're not going to make it!" The man exclaimed. Alex couldn't move any faster. His body was so weak that he could hardly hold himself up, sweat dripping from his forehead.
The exit was 50 feet away, and Alex's eyes began to fog up. If there was a time for this to happen, now was not the time. The masked man was much faster than Alex, and he looked back just in time to witness Alex blacking out, and hitting the concrete floor of the parking garage.

"Damnit." the man whispered under his breath. He threw an unconscious Alex over his shoulder, and ran towards the exit. Before he opened the door, he heard an explosion from the other side of the building.
No. It couldnt be time yet. No!
The masked man ran with Alex on his shoulder through the exit.
Time was up. Another explosion. This time, it wasn't so far away.