Try Not to Get Addicted

5 Things I Was Grateful for This Week


1) A reminder from one of my co-workers: Life is too short to be working somewhere you hate. I know, I know, it's common sense. But it's easy to forget when you get caught in the daily shuffle.

2) Tossing a tennis ball up in the air and catching it on my daily walks with my dog. This has been helpful in reestablishing my balance (see last week's newsletter). I've also seen improvements in my hand-eye coordination, which was deteriorating because I don't play sports as much as I used to.

3) A random thought: You're never as busy as you think you're going to be. Also, it's never as bad as you think it's going to be.

4) The way babies smell. It’s an instant mood booster. Just try not to get addicted. That’d be weird.

5) Being married to the love of my life for one whole year.

Better Now

5 Things I Was Grateful for This Week


1) Better Now by Post Malone.

2) This article on balance retraining. I've been recovering from vestibular neuritis (weird, I know) for the past couple of months and this article has been huge in helping me become a normal person again.

3) Theo Von's hilarious Instagram page: @theovon. I also highly recommend the podcast he did with Joe Rogan.

4) Finally got around to watching Dunkirk on HBO and I loved it.

5). The opportunity to meet Howard Damm and the amazing family he left behind. RIP

In Their Eyes


I looked into her eyes and they told me she was the one I wanted to spend life with.

I guess my eyes said the same thing because we started spending this life together. 

Life together meant that I couldn't imagine life without her. In this world and the ones to follow. It also meant that most days she would send me pictures of puppies because she wanted one.

So one day we bought a puppy. And one day I decided to look into the puppy's eyes.

His eyes told me there was more to him than meets the eye. There was intelligence there. There was love there. And love isn't only of this world. So I knew we'd meet again in the worlds to follow.

My current world was turned upside down the day my wife told me she was pregnant. I was in shock. Then I was excited. Then I was nervous.

And then I finally got to hold my beautiful daughter.

One day she opened her eyes and I looked into them. They were bigger than I imagined. They were a deep blue, like the pacific ocean.

I saw hunger in those eyes. I saw curiosity too.

And I hope she saw the love in my eyes.

And then she pooped.

Keep on Fighting


She was pregnant. Due in less than a week. I was sick. Sick again for the second time in two weeks.

My wife and I were out for lunch. I was trying to act like a normal human. I’m sure my wife was too. I can’t image what she was going through at 9 months pregnant. Women are strong.

Me on the other hand, I could feel the fatigue. Could feel the muscle aches. I was panicking. What if I was too sick to take care of my wife and new child? All I wanted was to be there for them.

I needed to use the restroom. I hobbled down the stairs. Tried to get the sickness out of me.

On my way back there was a little girl and her dad on the stairs. She was maybe a couple years old. She was in my way, but I didn't mind. She was super cute, and I was too tired to be annoyed.

She was repeating something, but I couldn't make out the words. 

"Keep on fighting", her father said. "I'm not sure why she keeps saying that."

”Keep on fighting,” the little girl said again. 

I smiled and scooted past her.

Keep on fighting. I needed to hear that. Maybe my wife needed to hear it. Maybe you do too. Maybe that's why it's stuck with me. Thank you little girl.

I was waiting for the right time to tell my wife about it. Keeping it in my back pocket for the perfect moment.

A couple days later my wife told me she was feeling off. I told her this story.

That was the day she went into labor.