I eat, sleep, and live basketball. #ballislife is what folks typically see when I make a post relating to basketball on my IG. The grit and grind of the sport is something I’ve always took an appreciation for. Sometimes I wish my dad was like Jo Jackson; the father of the Jackson 5; a teenage musical sensation. Don’t get me wrong I’m glad I didn’t get the treatment of beatings because I missed a lay-up or didn’t use my left hand when I should; but sometimes I think about it. That push probably could have changed my whole life… who knows.
What is my purpose with work? What will ultimately be my career? Once again, something I look back on and wish I tackled differently. Would I have stayed in Tennessee and studied for my MBA? At a young age I was chasing money more than positioning myself to make better moves 2,3,4 years down the road; or when I’m just ready. Something tells me I moved to quick, put all my ducks in a row (By the way, I hate that saying). Counting the chickens before they hatch. I always said “God if you let me win the lotto, I’m going do right about this money.” However, I haven’t won yet. So maybe it’s not my time to be blessed with $200 million; but I also haven’t played the lotto in 3+ years… So… who knows.
I always had a thing for fashion. Not the fashion most folks are accustomed to today. I’m still a very basic man when it comes to clothes. Two main things about me with fashion were:
- Simple styles with superior material
- Finding the median between “baggy” and “skinny” jeans… even some “slims” are too tight.
- People with height
Even with me being 6’5, the struggle is real for my clothes to look like they are a “perfect fit”. Either the pants are too wide or the legs are too short or skinny. So I’m going to pitch this to my friend who is already a fashion guru and understands the struggle…. who knows.
2013 was year I adopted a sweet, loving, energetic day. He was originally named “Marcos”, and at 4 months I just knew we would be a great team, alongside my girlfriend at the time. Matter of fact, the reason I went to the shelter was because she wanted a dog. I just knew she would be excited to see you once I sent her the pic. And she gave him the best name ever… Polo. She enjoyed Polo for all of 3 months before she tucked her tail in and ran, similar to a dog but no pun needed. Me and Polo have been at each others side for years now and he is just as happy as the day I picked him up. All the car rides, the planes he has been to, the poor bird he killed, the accidents in the house; You’re worth it. So what’s next Polo?… who knows.
Don’t mind me everyone. I just wade the waters with everything in life… period. Times like these it is o.k. to reflect; to see your errors and your spoils. Every life has its own book, with its own author and its own chapters. How do you want yours to end?