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Words Matter

I have always been fascinated with words: reading them to process and understand and enjoy, writing them down to commemorate or punctuate or simply to create. Perhaps I spend too much time focusing on getting it “right.” But words matter. They aren’t simply unnecessary things we throw at each other, or haphazardly toss around to sound “good,” but rather the words we use shape our days, our lives, our relationships, our viewpoints, our opinions, and other’s opinions, too. I don’t always get it “right.” But this blog will be an effort to “put pen to paper” and explore. I hope you’ll enjoy the journey, and even voice your own opinions, so that we can venture together.

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Define “Real” Job Please.


“Yeah, but what’s your real job?” — this common question makes me cringe every time I hear it. Business men feeling the need to “give me advice” while I enjoy a day at work. They come from all over: different counties, cities, countries, and cultures, and actually, this is what I love about my job. But this cannot be my real job, can it?

I am a bartender. I get to spend my day — wait, strike that (I get to spend my day not setting an alarm, enjoying breakfast with my amazing girlfriend, practicing boxing or training for the triathlon I will complete next year, writing, designing, and much more) — I get to spend my nights talking to people, creating new drinks and recipes, and constantly moving in a fast-paced atmosphere that I find fun and enjoyable. Of course there are stressors in a bartender’s world. Every aspect of a person’s life comes with stressors. I’m not immune to these, nor do I necessarily want to be. However, I am immune from wearing a business suit (nothing inherently wrong with a suit, of course! Just not my preferred wardrobe) and looking down on the people I encounter at a restaurant or elsewhere.

You, sir, must be an intelligent person. You clean up well, you speak in complete sentences, you seem to be successful by your terms (money), and you even came in with friends or friendly co-workers. And yet I hear you say some of the more ridiculous things! Somehow you find it your “duty” to tell me that I am “too smart,” “too pretty,” or “too traveled” to be “stuck behind a bar all day.” Yes, you say, you’d “hate life if you worked here.” But I think that’s where you’re mistaken. Is it the chicken or the egg that came first? Am I too traveled to work at a bar, or do I have the chance to travel because I work at a bar? Your backhanded compliment of saying that I’m too smart (but then implying my idiocracy for my choice of work) baffles me, but you can’t even hear my scoff above the three different rings of your three different smart-devices anyway.

I travel. I am currently 11 states into my 50 State Race with my dad: a quest to run a half marathon in every one of the 50 states. Running together, spending a weekend somewhere we’ve never been, and trying out the food, the entertainment, the outdoors, the culture and the flavor of the cities we visit together are some of my favorite moments in this life I’ve created. I have the flexibility (and the income) to do so.

I love. I have the most incredible girlfriend I could ask for. I have the opportunity to craft my schedule around hers, so that we can actually enjoy a life together. Our home is full of love, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.

I create. My soul years to create and learn. Whether it be oil painting (our home is covered in my paintings), photography (developing your own prints takes time, you know), crafts (we just built an ottoman!), learning a new language, designing websites and digital media campaigns (check out or gardening, I feel that the daylight helps build my creativity muscles.

I decided a long time ago that it isn’t about the JOB I have. It’s about the life I have. I will never say these businessmen hate their lives, or even their jobs. But the apparent need for them to dictate to me that my choices aren’t enough is astounding to me. I have enough. I am enough. My life is full, my heart is full, and my passport is going to be getting full before too much longer, too.

Putting the “F” in Fox News

img_5061Good ol’ Fox “news.” My morning drive last week was full of videos, podcasts, and various other audio clips of politics and other relativly newsworthy events. Like most Americans, I was curious about how the first Obama-Trump meeting would go, so I listened in. After the coverage, I was redirected to commentary about Trump and his to-be FLOTUS:

“Melania has the potential to be one of the most fascinating first women in history.”


“Well, she was a supermodel, for one.”

…And the conversation continued to derail from there.

I’ve been actively trying to leave all things politics out of my normal conversation, random questions, and Facebook posts, but the white-haired “newscaster” on the right of the screen is still making me furious. I don’t live in Phoenix, and I don’t know his name (although I half-heartedly tried looking him up before determining that I didn’t want to give someone who took so little effort in valuing women very much effort at all), but after viewing this video on YouTube, I still can’t stop fuming.

Can you see his female counterpart’s face in the still shot above? The “I-can’t-believe-you-are-speaking-so-ignorantly-and-masogynistically-and-actually-mean-it-you-fucktard” facial reaction is paired with kind and educated statements speaking to Melania’s potential for charitable actions and other legitimate achievements.

But she was shot down, because the male on the screen believes the only thing that can be “fascinating” about a woman is her appearance.

Insert face palm here.

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