It’s a rare time in life when there are so many uncertainties.
Things are changing fast. Managing all the moving parts is almost
well…unmanageable. Honestly the fact that it still is manageable,
IS a testiment to spirit and drive. No one can make a human do
something they don’t want. You may need to eat but you can
choose to starve yourself.
Right now planning is gonzo. I’ve thrown many events in the
past and this is just as challenging even more for the bells and
whistles. Vendors, venues, invites…its enough to make me wonder,
“Why the hell didn’t I go to Vegas?” I could hit the tables hard and
broke even.
Someone asked me why would I want to put myself through this
process. I really didn’t know how to answer that. Then I realized,
I wanted it to be this way. I like a challenge. Nothing achieved is
as sweet as getting there after tough trials. And nothing is more
challenging than two humans, free of will, thinking as one. Or
trying to. Lets be real…that’s some work for your ass.
I still believe a black family can thrive, it just takes effort. If I’m
forced to believe that being what I am predetermines my failure,
I’m something less than human. Headstrong and critical but
never passive, the goal is to not give into stereotype. Call me a
dreamer, a fool, a person that doesn’t know shit about shit. One
thing is do know is risky challenges reap high reward. Life is too
short to wait an play it by hearsay.
The way I see it, if we can make it through catty friends and
relatives, small technical crises, weather, and travel we can make
it through anything. Bring it on.