I used to say, a lot, that someone who loves you is the
person who won’t let you forget you are magic, even if you have forgotten that.
I was wrong.
At least, sort of.
It’s not always another person that reminds you that you
magic when you have lost that feeling, it’s still you. It will always be you. It
should always be you. Because, if you forget that, how the hell do you expect
anyone else to remember it?
You can’t.
You shouldn’t.
If you don’t remember that, you probably deserve to forget it…at
least for a while.
I did. I have. I probably will again. So will you. That’s
why the joy is always in the journey.
Life is funny, in the most unfunny of ways. You can believe
something intrinsically for one moment and then have your entire consciousness shifted
by watching the way people behave, versus what they say.
Let me explain. There are many people who talk a good game,
who pretend well, but they are just reiterations of every other con artist,
manipulator or true blue bullshit artist you have ever met or known in your
life, and when you realize this, you can cut the wheat from the chaff.
Some of them mean well. Some of them do not. Sometimes it’s
us; ourselves. Sometimes we are just justifying our own bullshit.
Either way, actions…always speak louder than words ever
will.
Allow me to elaborate. I am a “big picture” person, an architect,
if you will. That’s why I am the CEO of a company. I see the big picture. I don’t
focus on the minute details. That’s not my strong suit. As anal as I am, I
always want more, see bigger, focus forward. That’s just what I do. I research,
I seek knowledge, I self-educate. That’s just who I am. I latch on to something
and decide I am going to be better at it than anyone else, but will allow
myself to get bogged down in the details….because I have a need to “understand”
it all.
But, the problem with that, is that it’s not my job to do
all that. My job is not to understand code, or what builds things (despite the
fact I have a background in this), my job is just to build it to my design, to
delegate to those who can build it what I want and then for them to work out
the details of the how. All I need to figure out is my why. That’s it. Because
my “why” is the thing that works, how we get there, isn’t my problem on how to
build it, I just have to the whole “why” thing. I just have to get us there.
But wait. There’s more.
I will even tell clients, “Don’t worry about that. You don’t
need to understand it, you just need to listen.” I don’t say this out of
arrogance, I earned my slot. I have been on the front page of Yahoo, MSN, CNN,
Realtor.com, WebUpon, Ehow and more as a subject matter expert on a myriad of
things. I was named an expert by the San Antonio Express News, by national
venues like the Huffington Post. I’m not small time. I stopped being small time
five years ago. I stopped being “local” five years ago and saw the benefits of
national, of global, long before my competitors, my friends, my family. That’s
why I’m the architect.
But, every architect needs an incredible builder, do they
not?
There are few people who know me, locally or nationally,
that will ever argue the fact that I don’t know social media, blogging or
internet marketing better than anyone else. Because few people do. Even titans
in the industry convey the same message I have…for years, even before I knew
who the titans in the industry were. They were only missing one thing…monetization.
Hence, my niche. The thing they are missing. Big time.
Yet, I digress, the money stuff is more appropriate for a
Penny Pinchers or Valkeryie blog. This isn’t Miss Adventures stuff. Miss
Adventures is more for insightful life shit, not money stuff. So…let’s get back
to insightful life bullshit, shall we?
What amazes me is a man who knows what I need without me
saying a word, who just does it, who puts his entire heart, soul and being into
what I need, having impeccable foresight of what I want for this company, without
me saying a word about it, who just does it, for me, who sees things I don’t. A
man who builds something for me and says, “Here, edit this,” because he knows I
won’t be happy unless I do, but because he just knows this about me. Even if I
didn’t have to say a word about what I needed or wanted, he just did it, like
he was an extension of me. I don’t know anyone in my life who can do this,
other than him.
A man who doesn’t kiss my ass, who doesn’t tell me how great
I am, who just shows me what he thinks and believes about me, because he just
builds things for me, shows me such things, pushes me forward, believes in me
so much that he devotes nothing less than 40 hours a week to build my dream, as
opposed to telling me how to build my dream. A man who takes action on building
my dreams, a man who doesn’t just want to be part of my dream, but who wants to
push me forward. A man who doesn’t give me everything I want, but who, instead,
gives me everything I need. Whether I like it or not.
A man who challenges me, a man who makes me better, a man
who constantly reminds me that being the smartest person in the room isn’t a
good thing, a man who is strong enough, stubborn enough, difficult enough to be
the only human being I know who can push me to become the best me that I can
be. A man who pushes me PRACTICALLY to retirement, not as a pipe dream full of
bullshit artist time taking activities. A man who wants to sacrifice today to
build a better tomorrow, a man who sees forward just like I do, even if we see
it a little differently, he still works….everyday, 40 hours a week, to do
NOTHING more than help me build this company.
That? That practicality means more to me than any dream ever
will. That dedication, that work ethic, to me, is the sexiest thing in the
world. Period. Because it mirrors my own.
A man, who might not remind me of when I forget my own
magic, on his own, but still a man who will never let myself forget my own
magic, because he’s fine with taking a back seat and letting me take the front
row. A man who knows I won’t let him forget his either. A friend, a partner, a
mate, an equal. A man who understands me better than any other human being
alive.
A man I have been to hell and back with. A man I would go to
hell and back with again. A million times over.
It’s funny how one thing you intrinsically know in a moment
can change, isn’t it? But it’s also funny how what you intrinsically know will
never really change.
Here’s to finding your way back to what is intrinsically
true, and staying away from what is intrinsic bullshit.
Much Love,
Miss Adventures
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