A week of small, progressive wins.
First of all, things really progressed with my father. I can’t express in words how proud I am of him. For being a stubborn old man (I mean that with love), he has made some hard decisions this past week and kept his promises.
Promises that are going to benefit him and the rest of the family, but are incredibly difficult, as I’ve mentioned previously.
Over the past week, I’ve spent hours going through the house organizing, donating, and disposing of 45 years worth of stuff. It’s been emotional for myself and him to say the least.
As I was organizing the “work room” downstairs I walked past our childhood height measurements multiple times per day. That was something I definitely took time to “take in”.
I found countless items that reminded me of my childhood. Much of it brought a smile or smirk to my face.
I also had some serious sadness. This was to be expected, so I was in a good mental space.
I had a moment where I discovered my parents’ wedding photos and my birth photos in one album. I walked the album upstairs and sat with my dad as we paged through it. The emotional connection we had as he paged through it was quite special. I won’t forget it, that’s for sure.
Towards the end of the week, I received word that he officially applied to a condo, and we have a move date. March 1, 2026, the big guy is moving to Florida.
I’m taking that in…
Fast forward, after we made the aforementioned progress, I flew back to Houston for a couple of days to get my life organized.
Lots of planning and good momentum amidst the growing pains I’ve mentioned in the previous months. I wouldn’t trade this for anything, and I really mean that.
When I’m centered and of sound mind, I love the journey I’m on. It’s a great one. It has peaks and valleys, but I love it. At the beginning of this blog, I wrote about small, progressive wins. Well, I happened to stumble upon the movie “Any Given Sunday” this week… A great movie if you haven’t seen it. I fast-forwarded to the famous speech at the end.
Life’s a game of inches. The margin for error is so small. We have to fight for every inch!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1yWSePMqsk
That’s definitely my vibe right now. I wake up every morning, call my dad, try and do the little things well, and fight for that inch with the guys (and gals) next to me.
I fight because that’s what it feels like to live!
Just as I got settled back in Houston for two days, I am headed out once again for a week with Elizabeth. Amidst everything going on, our communication has struggled, and she and I need to work hard on that.
It starts with me, and I’m accepting of the challenge. I need to slow down and bring my partner up to speed.
I need to discuss some new visions I’ve had. WE need to discuss and better understand how she feels about these visions.
We’re going to enjoy some wonderful discussions, some amazing views, and plan for our future.
Wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, I can tell you that.
Live from the Apres
– SJ