Dear Finger Licker,
It would be super ironic if you just had KFC. It would also mean that their branding is bang on even decades after launching it.
Please say you just ate KFC.
-Dave
to the nameless faces we encounter
Dear Finger Licker,
It would be super ironic if you just had KFC. It would also mean that their branding is bang on even decades after launching it.
Please say you just ate KFC.
-Dave
Dear You,
Today I turned 30.
It’s an age that we’re taught to dread. 30 means the end of your youth. It means gray hair and carrying a keg around your midsection instead of a 6 pack. It means the end of fun and adventure. You are growing old wether you like it or not.
Who cares?
Here’s what I’ve found out growing through my 20’s. Gray hair can show up when you’re 18. The keg around your midsection can show up when you’re 25. Fun is still around every corner, it just doesn’t last until the wee hours of the morning ’cause bed time is at 11pm (on a very late night). Adventure doesn’t just mean risking your life doing some extreme sport or moving across the world to live by yourself just to work, surf, and meet new people from different cultures. And even though society tells us to have it all figured out by 30 so you can settle down into your nicely packaged life, it’s not going to happen.
I still have no idea what I’m doing and that’s the adventure.
I have had to deconstructing the image of who I was told I should be and embrace the reality and truth of who I am. My view and perspective of the world has changed so drastically in the last decade that all I see now are endless opportunities. With each passing decade, new things are learned and new perspectives gained. 30 is just one of those milestones. 40 will be another and an even greater adventure than the one I am about to embark on.
So this year I am not getting old. Rather I am stepping into the adventure that I was trying to find in my 20’s but am only able to fully appreciate now.
Here’s to 30.
-Dave
Dear Blue Haired Meat Seller,
I’m turning thirty, have a full head of gray hair and am so out of shape that I’m starting to resemble Mr. Potato Head. A simple compliment about how cool my hair looks and how the color of my shirt makes it that much better, absolutely made my day.
Everyone has to work at some point. What you reminded me is that it’s not what we’re doing but rather what we DO with what we’re doing.
We can choose to grumble through the school course we hate or shitty job we have making sure that everyone knows how terrible life is and how we are so hard done by. That’s easy. Playing the victim is easy. But instead of focusing on how crappy our situation is and putting our energy towards bringing a bit of light the gloom that may be surrounding others, our crappy situation becomes that much less crappy because life is not always about us. And we forget that all too often.
“Everyone likes a compliment don’t they?”
That is a question that I will not forget for a very long time.
Thank you.
-Dave
Dear Fathers,
I have been reflecting on the impact of your presence in my life and I honestly couldn’t not imagine what my life would be without you: ALL of you. I have been blessed to be the son of one of the greatest men to ever walk this earth and I made sure to tell my dad just that. But he is not the only father that has helped to shape who I am.
The finger prints of fathers are all over my life, from wise words of a grandfather and the sound advice of an uncle to the encouragement and challenge from a friend’s father to my own friends who are now fathers themselves. You have made me who I am and I am so grateful for each and every one of you.
I hope that today is filled with joy, love and fantastic breakfast of waffles whipped cream and bacon.
You deserve it.
From one father to another,
– Dave
It’s frustrating that the first thought to enter my head as I drove passed your limp body sprawled out in the middle of the highway was “What in the hell are you doing riding your bike in the middle of the highway?”
It’s frustrating that so many others were stopping but I didn’t want to get involved so I kept driving.
It’s frustrating that I assumed I couldn’t do anything anyway and that I’d simply get in the way.
It’s frustrating that this was and usually is my default position.
It’s frustrating that I don’t know if you’re okay. It’s frustrating that this letter is about me when I’m safe at home rocking on a porch swing with a drink in hand while you may not even see the sun rise tomorrow.
(Why does everything have to be about me?)
– Dave
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