"Return to Sender"

Meanwhile back at the lab, I sit wondering what is faith? looking up at these light green walls, with a glass desk that faces outward, man that door packs a lot of heat literally, it's about 109 outside! So what exactly does having faith mean? I hear my mom say "we all for self and GOD for us all", I believe that to be true too. My definition of faith is taking the action and knowing that you will be alright, understanding that if it's worth something, it'll take time, and in the process is where the true blessing is. A friend of mine mentioned that "mutha&%#**'s" want a million dollars, but for free!! We call it the Lotto mentality, "I haven't done anything to contribute to this world, but someone should give me million dollars", yeah right!! And we'll watch you destroy yourself. Its the journey,the learning,and the growing as a person, thats the value, not the destination.I think that GOD gives the blessing to the ones that are ready to receive it and do the work, I actually think the blessing is not for the person the blessing is given too, but it is given to them, so they may bless many, by doing the neccessary work, taking a little for themselves, but sharing. I always think, why would GOD give a blessing to someone and it stop with just them? thats my only question, I always tell my mom that I "question everything" and I do....

Brianna

Sitting in my home, invited my nephew over for a night of 2k10 hoop.We generally play the best of "5", I'm mostly the champ.. BTW. My wife was headed to the store, she's leaving Bree with I. Now let me give a little of the back story to this, when we have are laptops open my daughter gets veeery jealous and hits it, so we never have them around with her, at least not usually. My wife was gone, and I was into the game, and "watching" Bree. She started doing the jealous thing, against the joystick, pullin on it? then she brings her little backpack? that's her bag now, with her little necessities inside, she's pointing like she wants something from the bag, I was guessing some cracker or her treats, gave her crackers, she fed them to the dogs, took those away. I'm back into the game, she started pulling everything out of the bag her treats, huggies, wipes, the lay down pad.I'm like was wrong with this girl? she acting all crazy, pulled out the huggies and the wipes, I take a breath... oooooh!she pooped,haha!! she couldn't say it, but she gave me all the clues. I laughed so hard, she was looking so serious. And man was she stinky
I'm sorry Bree

Things are starting to make sense

I had one of those days, that made all the previous days make sense. My wife and I went shopping, didn't see anything I liked, but we walked in the pregnant women store, and she found things that looked really cute on her. Now usually I would've had to make a purchase for myself, a shirt, some shoes or something, but this time was different. I didn't really have a need, I just wanted something, we have been blessed, if I truly want something I could have it. I'm guessing I must have mentioned it to someone,that I wanted some new hoop shoes, prior to father's day. Now fast forward to the other day, talking to a associate, him talking "what happen to the new hoop shoes you wanted?", I made my wife the bad guy, and said she didn't think I needed new hoop shoes at the moment, I lied, It was me that decided I didn't need them. As I walked away, I realized that I could really shine if I wanted to, but that would be prolonging my true goal, which is to have financial freedom. Now I get that there are certain sacrifices to be made in the sight of others, those who only want perceived wealth. I want true wealth, that I can pass on for generations and generations of Mitchell's. In that one thought my entire philosophy made sense to me. When your passive income covers all your bills, and you have money to do the things that make you happy, you are rich. I don't want that nice car that I need to add rims to make it look expensive, I want a really expensive car, that looks expensive because it is expensive, and the company that I own pays for it.

Why Personal development - Jim Rohn

One Shot of Life, Two Shots of Reality

I was sitting here wondering how many blogs had I wrote in my head, before I decided to put it to paper, or in this case Laptop. I had wrote a blog about MTV, and why it has to be the worst channel in the world, yet it has the most influence on a narcissistic generation, who has contributed nothing, but feels entitled to everything. Or the blog about the what is reality TV? it's completely staged, but people can't get enough of it, watching others lives as your life goes by, the best reality TV is sports, its scripted but so many things come in to play, like fatigue, and the fact that the opposing team has a script to stop what you plan to do, interesting huh? I also wrote a blog on being a salesperson, and the level of disappointment thats involved; and know one has a clue; the lies clients tell, what it cost the salesperson, in emotion , time, and money, and the client could give a shit, because they lack the moral tread to understand. Or the blog, about a blog that I wanted to write privately, so know one knew it was me, just to tell the world the truth as I see it, I wanted to let people borrow my eyes for just a little while, but the guilt drove me crazy, it got all the way to the laptop, but was deleted. Or the blog about the conversation I had with a friend, about HD TV and the affect it has on his "couch potatoeness", he mentioned that it was something he had to "get over", the additional 20lbs the TV had caused, I totally related with him. Or the blog about me loving to watch "man vs. wild" and my wife spoiling it for me, when she said "what does the camera people eat?" It was a wrap after that, haven't watched it since. I almost forgot about the blog about "the Jones's"that wonderful family that everyone tries to keep up with, and I remember wondering if we had fell victim to the temptation to live up to the unreal. Also the blog about the car business, how I have such a love/hate relationship with it, the money is great, just can't be at work all the time, I wasn't ready to hang my hat there for the rest of my life. And finally the blog about real estate and how it is such a tough business, it's like playing in the majors of any sport, the work is no joke, that "1 percent" can do it, the effort has to be relentless, I have witnessed many folk fall off; it ain't all glorious, the classes, all the dues you pay; the picture you see from the outside seems so easy, I too was guilty thinking I could just get my license and the dollars would just start rolling in. Wrong!!

RHYTHM SHOOTER

Now that some folks want to know how the name "Skywalker" came to be. Plain and simple I had mad hops!! I could jump out the gym!! and I was only about 5ft 4. I had a rep for dunking on people, or doing nice break away dunks: 360's and such. When I entered LA High School. My name became Mr. Hops. But my game was limited due to the fact I had such a dominant skill, I didn't need to work on other parts of my game cuz my jumping ability allowed me to cover all other short comings I had on the court, not until I was older did my jumper, and dribbling skills get a lot better as my dominant jumping skill started to diminish, and could no longer jump out the gym. Now "my game" is mostly shooting jumpers, but once I'm in a good shooting "rhythm",its lights out, the same goes for work.
Rhythm shooter the title had something to do with basketball, but more about the current stage of my life. Yes I do still play ball, as often as I can, and I love to hit the three pointers especially when I get in a "rhythm". This rhythm that I am referring to, is the rhythm of my life, my wife and I are both salespeople for us, the seeds we plant today, is for us to harvest in the future, and the harvest that we have today, came from the seeds we planted in a different season. My wife and I just had our first child together, we got and new house, we both made career changes, all within the last two years. She worked at her previous employer for 9 years, she went through many mangers and pay deductions, she has a real talent for what she does, but the result of her great work was more work for less pay, so she made a move, its alright when the wheel is turning, but to make it make that first rotation... it's a "bitch" she had to start from scratch. And during this same time I had an opportunity to do Real Estate full time, with "hot shot" in the business, we both knew that I would not remain in the car business, due to the hours are just too long, yeah you make money, but what is your life, nothing against the car business I still love it, it helped us to have the life we have grown to know, but I just didn't want to hang my hat on it for the rest of my life, you can't grow without knew challenges.
The reason for all the back ground is this. We have a lot of guess at our home, my wife's family and my family come out often. But here is the thing, we both work from home, so our home is also the "office". I can't speak for my wife, but for me it hurts my production, because I'm a "rhythm shooter" Everybody that comes out, is on vacation.....but we... are not... on vacation, and they don't respect the fact, that we are not on vacation and it pisses me off, its if though we are forced to take vacation, and trust I get a tude! because they are here in our home/office; it's like your family coming to your office everyday and sitting with you while you work, they're making noise, they get bored, wanting to do things, but you have to stay to work so you can maintain the lifestyle they enjoy with you. I feel that either we need a bigger house or they need to stay a Hotel, and see us after office hours, because again " it kills my rhythm", I don't want to tell you an excuse,why I'm not successful, do you really care? I wish we could move in to a much bigger house, but at this point with them coming to the home/office so often, I may never reach my goal. My insecurities is what drives me everyday, I'm scare to death of lack of success, not having what I deserve, I've already lived the other(growing up poor). We need to get this shit right, I hope I don't sound too, selfish, but I have a strong desire to be the very best I can be everyday, with all that I do. My coach in high school always said "I don't want excuses I want results".

Random Thoughts!!!

I felt the need to write today, I don't even have a title yet, don't know what to write about, just got the computer on my lap. It's starting to come to me, per a conversation I had via text message today with someone I love dearly. This may sound crazy, but the analogy of a the importance of a jockey, what is the jockey's roll in the horse race? Well for one, he must keep the horse on the right path, the horse would just run wild without the jockey guiding him. The jockey is the one who trains with the horse, under the eye of the horse trainer, so he knows the horse tendencies. And they figure out a strategy for the horse to be as successful as he/she can be on race day.
On race day the jockey must first keep the horse as calm as possible, so he doesn't expend the energy he/she needs to win the race. The horse knows something is going on, because he has been held back from running hard as race day approaches, making sure to keep the legs fresh. It's race day, the Jockey is the most important now, because he knows the way they have to attack (remember this is the Triple Crown) its is his job, no his duty to not let the horse spend his or herself to fast, because he knows he has to keep the horse under his control , until that moment when he has to peak and get past the competition to win. But remember the horse is celebrated, but the hero is the jockey, he executed the plan, he controlled the environment, he allowed the horse to reach his full potential, the horse just did as it was told.
Now what I've been thinking about since that text message, a parent is like a jockey...... they need to control how much their kids play organized sports, kids need down time too. In my case the sports does not allow me to spend quality with my biracial child, she's with the "white" side, but she looks like my side, and there are no one else around that looks like her, a fly in milk. I guess I'm a little bitter, first it was the ex-husband that kept her from spending time with me, now it's sports. I think it is important for her to benefit from both sides of her cultural background, I think it is a advantage over other's that have parents that come from the same background, and one parent that is an employee and the other is an entrepreneur, that's all to the child's advantage, "the more you know the more you do, the more you do the more you know". I'm better at writing what I feel as opposed to saying it to someone, because the is too much emotion behind the words, black folks won't trip, but I'm not around a lot of black folks these days...youknowhatimsayin. Check this out, even when I'm in the state to see her, put it this way, if there is ever a sporting event, I don't matter one bit, there is no changing of the plans for me. To this day I know that all I was, was an experiment that went, "not according to plan". I must admit "I hold something" I was good enough to lay with, but not to be a participating father, my opinions in child rearing does not matter one bit!! I can remember thinking, woooow "I was raised so wrong". A way to describe the world she is in that I'm talking about is "Pleasantville", fake ass shit! Anytime I spend with her is so controlled, "she's got an event to be to, so I need her back by this date, the coach says if she is not here she won't play", "she's the best on the team"...an probably the most confused, what the hell?! Its important to get married before you decide to start dropping offspring, and don't just look at the branches of the family tree, check the trunk too. You never know what you are getting yourself into, this comes from some huge mistakes I have made in my life. From your actions you get one of two things: rewards or consequences and that's it......and that's what I'm saying about sports. I don't care to have a Kobe or a Beckham, I want a Harvard grad, it's much better to be rich than famous, look at The King of Pop, even in death he has no "privacy". You are considered old in sports in your early 30's, what do you do with the rest of your life with this now broken down body, you suffer premature aging from sports. I am just saying its more to life than sports, this shit has gotten out of hand.