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Chronicle log…. First week of April.

Today my motorcycle broke down. Big No Bueno!!! The oddest part about it…. Luckily, I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t yelling or screaming or kicking things. Instead, I was like… damn this sucks. Now what do I need to do? Who do I need to call? How do I get this done? It was a really odd way for me to deal with the situation. I was stuck on a toll road literally in the middle of No where Texas. I was about 35 minutes from work and had 1.5 hours to get the issue solved and to work on time. First thing I did was call my mechanic and see if maybe the symptoms could easily be diagnosed over the phone. Then I checked issues that correlated with the problem I was having. I thought it was a battery or fuse issue, So I was literally standing on the side of the toll road hoping that someone would pull over and ask if I needed help. Sadly that didn’t happen. At least not for an hour and I also needed to keep trying to wave people down in order to get someone to stop and see if I needed help. So during that hour I also called roadside assistance to have someone come out and give me a battery jump, but by the time roadside was ready to drive out to me, I got someone to stop and give me a battery jump. It wasn’t fun paying $80 for roadside assistance only to learn that I didn’t need it. But I wasn’t focused on that, I had an objective…. to get to work and to get the bike home. I was so happy that I got the bike started again and was able to get on the road again and hoping that I could make it to work. However, sadly that was not the case. After about half a mile the bike stopped again. by this time I was running out of time to get to work.

Now during all this time I was trying to figure out who I could call that would be willing to drive out to the middle of no where just to take me to work. I don’t really hang out with anyone. Truth be told I’m kind of a loner. I love to do things, but I just don’t do things with many people. Add to the fact that I live in San Antonio,  and that I spend most of my time working on my real estate doesn’t help my ability to have an abundant amount of friends willing to drop what they are doing to help me. Sucks but hey, I have dreams, and I have to learn to find the balance between dreams and friends and also friends with the same dreams. So the long short of it is that I just don’t feel comfortable asking for help when I don’t REALLY hang out with anyone on any kind of regular basis. But as I stood there on the side of the toll road, in the middle of no where slowly watching day shade to dusk, I ended up thinking of who could be living near where I was stranded. I ended up texting about 3 or 4 girls that “might” answer their text/be willing to help me/ or live near where I was stranded, and in the end I found someone willing to come and get me.

Now it must be known that all the girls that I texted were willing to come and get me but because I told each of them that I am also reaching out to others and need whom ever could get there first. I had most of them say ok, let me know if you need me to go and get you.

My point to all this post is about my state of mind. I was 2 hours late to work, I was stranded in the middle of no where, I don’t have many friends, My motorcycle died and I wasn’t 100% sure of the reason or the cost to repair, I needed to get my bike home and wasn’t sure of the cost or exactly sure when it was going to happen. All of this is money and time. Money that is already allocated to other things. And time that I don’t have. And how did I mentally deal with it…….

I was relatively calm. I was relatively not frantic, or super worried. I was deeply concerned almost borderline worried but I stayed sane. I got thru it without going off the hinges. For me it was a great step forward. I must learn to shorten the times of when I get angry, upset, or confused. These things/mindsets don’t help me get to my dreams. If anything they only leash me and pull me in the opposite direction…. away from my dreams. So as bad as today was it was still a win for me.

How’s that for optimism. A win! You know they say that optimistic people fail way more than pessimistic people, but by the same token optimistic people get way farther in life (dreams etc.) than pessimistic people. Something about optimistic people aren’t worried about failing or being perfect, instead they’re more concerned with staying in the zone. while pessimistic people are not focusing on the goal but instead focusing on the failures. ie: not in the zone.

For me I must always be “In The Zone”

Max.