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Are You A Dreamer or Unrealistic


Are you a dreamer? Or, are you unrealistic?

I suppose it is easy to determine the two, right? The truth is, it’s hard depending on where your mind and heart is.

You can dream of being an incredible creative and writer all day long but the reality of a day job and other responsibilities hit you in the face day after day!

So, what do you do? Do you wallow in self-pity and give up? I don’t think so! I think that will only make matters much, MUCH worse.

I’m learning that in order for my day-job to later transition into a dream-job…writing and creative work like cartoons and blogging…I have to take realistic steps and at the same time I have to have a reasonable dream.

I’m not dreaming these days of being a nuclear scientist like I did when I was age 8…but I can still nurture the interest I have in the subject in other ways. I’m not going to dream of being a Football player because it’s neither my calling…and frankly…I’m not in shape for it. Plus, I could care less for the sport (or most sports outside of Hockey, Skateboarding and Baseball anyway).

And yeah, I did have a dream of being a TV meteorologist, but the more I got into it and the longer I volunteered in the weather center, the older the experience got. Plus, my math stinks and I wasn’t about to go through that especially since I narrowly escaped the clutches of mathematical nonsense in high school. But, my dreams have simply changed mediums and the passion is transferred into my latest book project(s).

Unrealistic, to me, is to have a dream with no plan, no idea and no depth of how serious and how much work it will take. Unrealistic, to me, is the idea that your name will be in lights and that it will only take one step to make you world renowned. It’s like being the guy who writes that one book and expects to be a New York Times Bestseller by the end of the month. Chances are, it’s not going to happen…and you know what…that’s okay! It doesn’t have to!

Unrealistic views and expectations tend to set us up for failure. It makes us ask of ourselves what we can’t possibly expect or hope to achieve. That doesn’t mean we can’t do awesome and incredible things in our fields or professions…it just means that we have to be reasonable here about how much, how far, how deep and how long we can go.

To dream and be realistic means getting up at 5AM in the morning to do a little blogging or writing and then leaving for work not but an hour or two later. To dream and be realistic means going to school or getting more education even after sitting in a mind-numbing cubicle somewhere. To dream and be realistic means staying up a little later than usual just so you can get that extra comic strip done, that extra chapter written or that blog post posted!

Realistically, it is our “reasonable” service!

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Cleaning House

Photo on 4-4-14 at 1.38 PM

So, you’re probably noticing the focus of the blog and where it is going….maybe.

That’s okay…I know and for now that’s fine.

Essentially, I’m doing a little renovating of the place. It is about time to re-focus and re-vamp this bad boy and do something different…really different.

But don’t worry, I got a plan! It’ll be fun! Trust me!

PLUS, I have the tendency to be a little…well…over the place. Aren’t we all!?

I’ll keep you posted as I organize and clean up on the blogosphere.

In other news, I’m still rocking and rolling with my drawing and my cartooning and writing of my next big book. It is a busy time for a productive guy.

Love you all and thank you ALL for your support and your patience. I’ll drop some thoughts and wisdom more soon.


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My Why…(A Poem)



Once was the boy who walked the halls, head down,

Teased, bullied, talked about and pushed around,

No one could possibly understand where my mind would go,

My peers were too caught up with trying to fit in to the world’s show.


First kid to take a test and last one to walk out,

Some said I was genius but deep down I would doubt,

My grades were so-so and not very stellar,

It was a rough elementary period and I began to think “whatever.”


Puberty made things a little bit more complicated,

I was already socially awkward, so I estimated,

That I would suffer a few more years of name calling and junk,

Not to mention not being very tough so I was also called a punk.


Special Ed and Speech Therapy was the daily norm for me,

Thick glasses and a funny accent was a future I could only see,

Until later a few people in my life actually cared,

To take a chance with a guy like me…they actually dared.


Still the kid who read comics and watched anime,

Who woke up early in the morning before school to watch Fox 4 Good Day,

I would still tolerate day after day,

The teasing and taunting for being just that way.


That same summer I mentioned earlier, I was asked to speak

It was for a youth service taking place that week,

I thought they were nuts…what would I possibly say,

Little did I realize that their was a reason things were supposed to be this way.


You may ask what my why is, this is it,

I had people in my life who told me never to quit,

Who accepted me for my idiosyncrasies,

And saw deep within me endless possibilities.


There’s a kid out there whose a lot like you and me,

Who need to hear that they matter you see,

That’s why I write, draw, preach and share,

Because someone needs to know that we care!

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Refocused On Purpose, For Purpose


What if something major that happened in your life actually pushed you towards your passions and priorities rather than off the cliff?

What if…everything you thought that was so important…so needed…your livelihood, your comfort and your standard of living…was suddenly yanked out from under you.

You would feel naked, right!? You would feel a deep sense of worthlessness and failure! Right? Or, maybe, just maybe, that’s actually a state of mind choice.

Well, that’s my thought as I write this!

Monday afternoon while running errands throughout Dallas I was listing to one of my favorite preachers, Ricardo Miller, give a sermon about Jeremiah and how God called him to his purpose. The sermon was entitled, “Lord help my mind” and he preached from Jeremiah 1:4-10.

I drove down the road listening to that sermon and the longer I listened and took in what was being shared the more I began to come apart. In tears and filling with joy, I drove up and down the freeway realizing that everything that was happening to me was so I could understand what was really more important in my life…and to re-adjust me towards following my purpose in life within the purpose of serving the Lord and serving people.

As of Monday night, I got back into drawing my comic strip and began churning out multiple strips throughout the late night hours. I will continue to do this till I reach the intended goal of 21…the required amount for potential syndication.

That’s right…I’m going to get my comic strip, “Kid Eccentric,” syndicated! At least try too! I’ll have more on this in my next blog post!

I also feel a sense of calm and less stress since I now am in a new journey. To be honest, I’m looking forward to what happens next and I know that things will only get better from here. Even on Wednesday morning when I woke up, I felt this authoritative and yet humble feeling of serving as a youth minister, writer and cartoonist wash over me.

My apologies for not blogging as MUCH as I normally do. I appreciate EVERY single one of you and your support! I love the fact that a few peeps are actually reading my blog and I intend to bring GOOD content as much as possible even in this amazing

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