Renewed Resolutions

I posted my last blog entry on National Delurking Day. January 14th, 2011. It’s a been a week and I sit here still scared to post again. First let me say that Delurking day was a success. I took the time and did some delurking of my own taking time out of my day to tell some of my favorite bloggers, about myself and that I thought their little space online was one of my liking. I also had quite a few of my own readers reach out to me. That day as the various comments and emails came in I was besides myself. I mentioned in my post that I could see the page views and so I always knew they were out there but that they should say hi. I was beyond excited and appreciative as they told me as I did, why they like me and a bit about themselves. All this seems positive, right?

The problem came the very next day when I again thought I’d sit at the computer and poor out my heart or a piece of my mind that day and I would be fine with it. Especially now that I knew a couple of the people reading my blog. WRONG. I completely froze. Every day for over a week, I’ve managed to write a couple of journal entries as well as worked on home work assignments and like for the most part I don’t find it hard to write. Yet instead of publish I pressed delete. I’m still, as I type this, fighting the urge to hold the delete button on my keyboard and watch the words disappear. I’m absolutely terrified that I’ll let some of those readers down or disappoint them for subscribing me or adding me to readers that are for the most part a bit much to read in a day for most, if anything like me.

Then today as I subscribe to more than one motivational email newsletters for ideas about writing. This particular one being from wordpress. “30 quotes to kick off 2011”. I read through them and I must say more than one rang true but the one that brought me to have a clear view of what the problem was is this.

“I have been correcting the proofs of my poems. In the morning, after hard work, I took a comma out of one sentence…. In the afternoon I put it back again.” ~Oscar Wilde

Here was Oscar Wilde basically or the way I see it having the same problem I face with my simple blog. I started thinking about why I started it in the first place and that couldn’t be any simpler, I love to write. I’ve been to through much to ever forget that and know that the only way I can relive those moments and new memories is to write them. I also want to be able to look back at what I was like during this time. I don’t ever want to forget how I got started in the business I want to be a part of so badly. As for my readers, I urge you to help with this problem and continue to reach out to me in anyway possible. Although I have a renewed confidence in that this blog is for me. I want to know what others think and would love to get used to it before you guys eventually read a book authored by me. Wishful thinking I know but I can’t give up.

Everyone should Delurk

Since I started started this blog about 5 months ago, I’ve written about a few different things. Ranging from some back story on ME, or just the event of that day. After the original task of writing every day for 21 days it did get tougher to post on a daily basis. I tapered back to at least once a week and then just about any time something inspired me or I felt compelled to stop and sit and write.

Once I started writing, I found others like me online that put there thoughts on line for others to read. Some have quite a following but more often than not, they are like me writing for the love of writing and just staking claim to their little piece of the internet. I’ve found many great blogs too many of them to list. Maybe one of these days I’ll post a list of my favorites and perhaps maybe a little of why so as to avoid the rut of reading random lists online.

I will mention one today though because after reading it this morning it did provide the idea for this post here.

Stopdropandblog.com

It turns out today is Delurking Day 2011. Just like I read blog after blog, adding some to my reader but more often than not just reading and thinking “great” with out taking the time to say so. Well today she said is a day to take the time and come out of hiding from the blogger and saying “hi”. I proceeded to let her know I enjoyed reading her blog and shared my blog with her. Now I’m taking the time to put up the same challenge here on my blog.

Please if only for today take the time to like this post or follow my blog. Leave a comment, tell me what you think. Or simply tell me a little bit about yourself or some other blogs online that I might enjoy reading. Or videos I might like to watch.

I’d also like to add that if possible you take some time and tell me how you found this post in the first place.  I usually see the views climbing but don’t know who’s out there.

Some of the things I’ve discovered I like recently is taking pictures. (I’m posting on a daily basis on OWOP). I’ve taken quite a few as I’m logging the miles in my marathon training.

So here’s to meeting some of you soon. Either way with this post I’m also declaring a new commitment to post at least every other day. Any suggestions as to how to get going on that challenge would be greatly appreciate it.

So again every one “Delurk”

I Hear Magic

As I drove home yesterday I read a sign at a bus stop that read “you read words, I hear magic”. I’m not even exactly sure what it was for, but from those few words and the picture I saw, I was transported a few hours back in time and what I had just witnessed my son do.

I pick him up from school almost on a daily basis and between class and his other extra curricular activities there is always some time to kill. I fill it with time at the park or a meal depending on how hungry he is. Yesterday I needed to go to the library myself and realized he’s been to many a book store but never a library. How could I have neglected this privilege? His eyes lit up as I explained where we would go and that he could pick any book he wanted. He was fascinated as I filled out the application for the his very own library card. When the librarian had finished inputting all the information and ask him to “sign” his card, he was absolutely beside himself and I swear he stood a little taller. We did an about face and headed towards the aisles and aisles of books and I had to hold his hand so he wouldn’t run into the library. He kept pointing at things he saw and pointed out that there were a couple magazines and books that I happen to own. (I like book stores). We made our way to the back where the children books are and it looks very much like his classroom. He quickly picked a couple of books and came to sit next to me. He’d been reading to me for a few minutes when he was approached by a volunteer about a reading group that was about to start. Now this is where the magic happened. I repeat that “i hear magic”. I don’t know if anyone else at all would agree but I could not have been any prouder. I made sure to continue to look busy so that his search for approval was not a distraction. I’ve noticed he does this during his Karate class. So with him fully engaged I watched on. The kids took turns reading a book they had chosen, I felt nervous for him. He reads to me but I notice the cadence in which he reads is broken, although like I already mentioned I think it’s his pausing for me after every word as if to ask “is that right, daddy?” So here it was his turn. I heard him read the cover and I couldn’t believe it. I mean I could believe it but it was an incredible feeling. You see I’ve had a love affair with books since I have memories and think some of my earliest memories are tied to things I read whether they are signs or dates. So the realization that my son is so captivated by the written word is a gift for me. That ranks right up there with him being born or those first steps I saw him take. This morning on the way to school I asked him about the book he read. I saw that same look on his face and that sparkle in his eye.

I realize he is just in Kindergarten but it feels like just yesterday I was holding the bottle to his mouth. So in a blink of an eye, he’ll be in high school filling his locker up with the books he read that semester (I would challenge myself to beat the previous semesters total)or, we’ll be filling out his college applications. Yet I’ll never forget the first time I really heard my boy read.

Mondays

I was thinking today that I no longer hate Mondays. As Mondays go, yesterday was filled with pretty terrific news. For me anyways, after all that is the best kinds of good news. This news gave me peace. Everything seemed more splendid. I took the picture above, which was the view from the car window, as I sat and waited for my son to get out of school. If this is the first time reading my blog a little history might be good.

When the alarm went off in the morning. I still had a broken phone. I had dropped my precious iPhone 4 and the revolutionary Retina Display was shattered. The anxiety of breaking my phone had brought me down so far that I subsequently (i blame everything wrong with my day on my phone being broken) fallen asleep at the wheel and broken my drivers side mirror off. I still had no idea about what this temporary lapse in judgement would cost. After all if that tired perhaps I shouldn’t have been driving. Regardless of how disconnected I was with the broken phone.

So although today is Tuesday, I got all this good news on Monday and I had just not been able to write about it.

First I got a call from the actual car owner, of the car I got in the fender bender with. As it turns out, although the driver was upset, and tried to get me in trouble by demanding a police report. One that they did not write because they could tell there was no damage. Something the owner apparently agreed with because she called just to let me off the hook and say that she’s pretty sure a car wash would take care of. My own car, I MacGuyvered together with some super glue and voila. You’d never be the wiser of the kiss it exchanged with the Camry.

Then, after calls to several different repair shops, and receiving estimates of up to $200. (That’s supposed to be a good thing because retail price for the phone is upwards of $600, because I neglected to get the insurance. I was never going to drop my phone). I decided to go and feel a little better by walking around the Apple store. While there I figured I’d make an appointment at the genius bar and ask about repairs. I was almost a little embarrassed to take the phone out of my pocket when the agent came to help me. He cringed in obvious pain when I finally did. He asked mockingly about the crazy New Years Eve party. Not when I broke the phone, but hey he was just trying to break the ice. He then went on to check the serial #. Obviously I had not purchased any Apple Care or anything like it and I was an early adopter so have had it for several months now. He said I’d have to replace the phone because of the nature of the damage. He told me “typically” the cost would be $199. I thought that’s probably what I would  have to do, and forego the repairs so I could insure that it was fully operable and not any lingering effects from the fall. I must have looked crushed, I knew I wouldn’t be able to pay that now and so said thank you. I was ready to do the walk of shame as I put the phone back in my pocket. He said “hold on” and explained that I had obviously not picked up on the verbal cues. He explained that’s what typically happens but that they would give me a get out of jail free card and still replace the phone under the warranty. I was floored. He asked me one last question, was I ready for my new phone. Was I ever. I wanted to give this guy a hug. I walked in with a broken screen and walked out with my brand new iPhone 4 just as I had all those months back. So thank you Apple. That’s what I call customer service.

So as far as I see I will from now on look forward to Mondays. I will also try not stressing over things, as I had done this weekend. I remembered a time when I practiced that philosophy. Everyday seemed great back then.

Sunrise

I saw the sun come up today.

Late last night as if to welcome me back to the real world, after the mental vacation which are the holidays, I got into a fender bender. I was not on the phone nor was I texting or tweeting, I was, like is usually the case, falling asleep. It wasn’t a far drive comparably to what I’m used to driving but perhaps the day had been more draining than I thought. Anyway, I don’t think I realized I fell asleep, that is until I woke up to a loud crunching sound and I yanked the wheel spinning out on the freeway. Fortunately, at that time not much traffic on the freeway. Which reminds me how unlucky I was to be falling asleep as the only other car on the road passed precisely next to me. Then again, were they there to stop me from going all the way over to the center divider. I don’t want to think of the worse case scenario but it was a pretty “loud” experience. I now wait to see how much this “accident” will cost me.

So watching the sun come up this morning was a blessing. Yes I may be out a few dollars. Maybe even a lot of dollars, but the headache this whole ordeal has left me with, is a reminder that I’m alive. Even as I type that I realize that, I see that every single day I wake up is a blessing. I want to see the sun rise many more times like I did this morning and take a few minutes a day to think about the day before. Hopefully making the day ahead a better one. By this logic, I hope to make 2011 an incredible year and turning point in my life. After all it’s not every year a man turns 30.

Post A Week in 2011

I’m Posting every day in 2011!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a week in 2011

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

Signed,

Jose Callejas