I didn't dream this up, but I have this goal of saying "NO" to things I can't do or "NO" to things I can't afford.
Whenever I say no to someone about a favor they need from me or for a request someone wants me to fulfill, I find myself reluctantly saying 'YES' to those things. I really don't want to disappoint anyone by saying 'NO.'
It's like that song by James Ingraham "I Don't Have the Heart (to hurt you)". Sometimes, I feel like I disappoint myself when I say no to somebody for anything.
I found this blog post that helps me explain how I feel when it comes to saying no to things.
https://www.garyvaynerchuk.com/the-yes-virus/
My goal is to say 'no' without being mean or vicious about it. I want 'no' to help me out better. I want to use my time better to spend time with my family, my friends, and to a little extent, my work.
I have a few goals in life, but I don't know what they are for me just yet. I want to be able to give my two sons goals that they can achieve. That would be my greatest goal is to see them blossom into something special.
I k'no'w better (no pun intended) to say 'yes' to the right things.
Thursday, August 23, 2018
A lottery winning dream
On Friday, August 10, 2018, I had an awesome dream.
Everything was in a haze, everything except what I head in my right hand. I clutched a $40,000 winning scratcher ticket. I dreamed of winning big money for a long time. For a short time, I had it. I had a golden ticket that I didn't know what to do with. It may as well have been a clean, crisp $40,000 bill. It was one of those moments where I would have gone blind and forgetful.
I wish that this dream would have continued after I cashed in my winnings. I wonder what I would have done and where I would have gone had this dream been allowed to continue. For a short time, I remember being very excited about being a winner. I wanted to either pinch myself or bite my tongue while asking myself 'could this be real'?
By the time I woke up the next morning, I realized that it was not to be. I have not been a big lottery winner since I won a $100 on a scratchers ticket last year. This year, I have won $25 on a couple of tickets. Other times, I have lost tens of dollars in my hopes of winning a big payday.
If I were to 'win the lottery', I would invest in helping everyone have a good education and eat everyday. I would do those things after I have taken good care of my family.
Everything was in a haze, everything except what I head in my right hand. I clutched a $40,000 winning scratcher ticket. I dreamed of winning big money for a long time. For a short time, I had it. I had a golden ticket that I didn't know what to do with. It may as well have been a clean, crisp $40,000 bill. It was one of those moments where I would have gone blind and forgetful.
I wish that this dream would have continued after I cashed in my winnings. I wonder what I would have done and where I would have gone had this dream been allowed to continue. For a short time, I remember being very excited about being a winner. I wanted to either pinch myself or bite my tongue while asking myself 'could this be real'?
By the time I woke up the next morning, I realized that it was not to be. I have not been a big lottery winner since I won a $100 on a scratchers ticket last year. This year, I have won $25 on a couple of tickets. Other times, I have lost tens of dollars in my hopes of winning a big payday.
If I were to 'win the lottery', I would invest in helping everyone have a good education and eat everyday. I would do those things after I have taken good care of my family.
Dreams of Los Angeles, a convenience store, and a murder mystery
Late Saturday/Early Sunday, I had a dream where I was hovering over Interstate 10 on the Santa Monica Freeway. I was headed towards downtown Los Angeles. My job was to shoot video of an important dignitary (presumably the President of the United States). I had to do this while I was suspended from a helicopter. In the dream, I remember that it was not quite dark yet, and it was just after sunset where the sky was more purple-blue than dark. I remember the freeway being well lit on both sides of the freeway with big tall buildings on each side of it.
In real life, that kind of setting is more in line with the 110/Harbor Freeway and 101/Hollywood Freeway than the I-10/Santa Monica Freeway.
Later in the dream, I believe that I was successful in getting a shot of the 'president' inside his black stretch limo on the third try. If I was working in TV news, there are no re-takes. I don't get second chances to get the perfect shot or to do my job in a real-life situation.
After I completed my assignment on the freeway, I move onto an unspecified airport terminal. Later on in my walk, I find myself going to a convenience store looking for a slushee or something. Along the way I'm walking with a CBS46 co-worker in search of a blue beverage. In real life, I don't see RaceTrac, QT, or Circle K type of stores inside an airport.
As I was pouring my slushee into a cup, a man who looked like Victor Newman from "Young and the Restless" approached me and told me that I was involved in a murder mystery. I was being implicated for something I didn't do. I made a slow escape out of the convenience store and walked down the terminal. For me being allegedly involved in something serious, I casually stroll down the terminal. Come to think of it, the terminal looked a lot like a shopping mall. I saw in my dream the same kind of stores that I would see at Town Center at Cobb in Kennesaw, Georgia.
After I was trying to get out of something serious inside the terminal, I wake up.
In reality, I have not been to California in 10 years. I have not flown anywhere in four years. I have not been to a mall, let alone Town Center for nearly a year. I went to a Race Trac within the last 7 days.
I tentatively have one adventure lined up for September.
In real life, that kind of setting is more in line with the 110/Harbor Freeway and 101/Hollywood Freeway than the I-10/Santa Monica Freeway.
Later in the dream, I believe that I was successful in getting a shot of the 'president' inside his black stretch limo on the third try. If I was working in TV news, there are no re-takes. I don't get second chances to get the perfect shot or to do my job in a real-life situation.
After I completed my assignment on the freeway, I move onto an unspecified airport terminal. Later on in my walk, I find myself going to a convenience store looking for a slushee or something. Along the way I'm walking with a CBS46 co-worker in search of a blue beverage. In real life, I don't see RaceTrac, QT, or Circle K type of stores inside an airport.
As I was pouring my slushee into a cup, a man who looked like Victor Newman from "Young and the Restless" approached me and told me that I was involved in a murder mystery. I was being implicated for something I didn't do. I made a slow escape out of the convenience store and walked down the terminal. For me being allegedly involved in something serious, I casually stroll down the terminal. Come to think of it, the terminal looked a lot like a shopping mall. I saw in my dream the same kind of stores that I would see at Town Center at Cobb in Kennesaw, Georgia.
After I was trying to get out of something serious inside the terminal, I wake up.
In reality, I have not been to California in 10 years. I have not flown anywhere in four years. I have not been to a mall, let alone Town Center for nearly a year. I went to a Race Trac within the last 7 days.
I tentatively have one adventure lined up for September.
Thursday, August 16, 2018
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