So I came to the realization tonight that I may never be satisfied, and never have a moment of reprieve away from restlessness.
A quick catch-up since I've been away from the interwebz for a few years.
Currently:
Trying to be a good Husband and ( I fear ) not doing a good job of it. It's tough to balance working my fingers to the bone, and spending time away from my family in an effort to give us financial independence (someday)... and just saying "fuck it" and scrape by on just enough and spend the extra time I have with my wife worrying about money together (the biggest reason people fight in marriage is money, and it's also the biggest cause for divorce).
It's hard to say which is better. It's especially hard when I'm working for future money,or money is tied up in other investments or business' so we're both lonely and broke.
Awesome.
Currently:
Operating as a full time Realtor, I run every aspect of my business myself. I have partners, but they worry about their business and I worry about mine. They are there when I need help, but it's all on my shoulders. This takes up most of my time, and I work about 40-60 hours a week just in this capacity.
Currently:
Mid flip on a home on a rad little block home in West Phoenix with my Investment Company ( Maxwell and O'Hagan Group) , managing the day to day operations of dealing with contractors, ordering new services/goods for the home, and making sure everything gets done.We also have a tenant moving out of a condo we have in North Phoenix this month, that we need to fill. I have a business partner in this venture, but even split up among two people it's alot of work/time consuming.
Currently:
Opening up a tattoo shop with two of my best friends. This is INSANE because of all the bullshit the city is making us go through. I wrote a $3,000 check to the city just to APPLY for the permit needed. This is a 60 plus step process that we're working through, and takes around 6 months to complete.
We have hired an architecture firm to help walk us through the re-zoning process (yeah, it's that complicated) and even with them helping it's fucking dragging on.
I'm excited to get this off the ground, even though I won't be there day to day, and just be in charge of the boring stuff ( business), it's a pretty cool business to be a part of. I was sad when I quit that business, because I did enjoy some aspects of it... So it's kind of exciting to be jumping back in.
Currently:
Still bar-tending.
Blah.
Steals my nights away from my wife/gym/exercise
but it's money, consistent, easy.
Currently:
Doing vocals in a new band.
Royal Monsters
Our first band practice was December 15th.
We just released our demo, and are heading out for a quick tour March 13th-17th in CA.
I don't really have the time to do this band, but I NEED to do this band.
I'm excited about it's progression and how stoked and into it everyone seems to be (band members and friends)
I need some sort of outlet, and this is providing to be a much more healthy outlet than most others.
Currently:
Chubby.
Fat.
Sucks.
I've totally tossed my body to the side in favor of not enough exercise and lack of time/sleep to give a fuck.
It's sad, and I keep trying to get better about it but realistically until I have some sort of break in schedule I won't be able to commit to an actual work out program.
I'm falling apart and I can feel it in my knees at band practice.
This next tour should be a wake up call and I'm hopefully going to come home sore and inspired to keep training.
Currently:
Trying to still be a good friend to those who need me.
I'm being pulled in 10,000 different directions and I do my best but I know I can do better.
After all this, I still have a voice in my head:
" You need to work harder. You need to spend more time working on this stuff. YOU CAN'T FAIL. You're gonna fail if you slack off, even for a second. You CAN work harder. You WILL fuck this all up so you need more ideas for income. You NEED to do this. You NEED to make sure if anything happens to you, Elisa and the girls will be alright forever. "
Hopefully somewhere along the path to driving myself completely fucking insane, I'll get out and jog and find my abs again, get to spend some time with my wife, and have a nice padded bank account in case I have a heart attack from too much fast food.
Pressure Pressure Pressure.

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