In case you were wondering

I look back at my childhood and pull the good from the not good. There was plenty of both. Somehow I’ve become a success in life. To me, happiness is success. But to much of society, prosperity is the measure worth looking at. I wish it wasn’t like this. Reading a book outside with the sun touching the pages while listening to Spring-time birds, all while thinking nothing other than the book and the sun and the birds, that is a measure I use to gage my happiness.

Yet, somehow, even with my bad portions of my childhood, I am a success on other levels as well. I am a father. A husband. A business owner. A college graduate. I have been elected President and owner of a new company set to explode. We are building a new building in a city which contains Maine’s second largest population. I picked the city. It’s diverse. I like diversity. My company will bring new jobs to this city. As I told the city officials, my goal is to enhance the community we enter. I will do exactly that. Our store will open later this summer.

I bring these points up because, based on only my writing, it’s possible for someone to assume that I am hobbled in a dark hole spinning around in circles. That isn’t the case. It’s simply easy for me to remember the bad and to write about the bad. Just as easily as it is for me to write about morning coffee.

When I was a teenager I wanted to be a writer who lived in Maine. At that point I lived in Massachusetts. I’ve lived in a few different states, however, I am now a writer who lives in Maine. I always wanted to be a father and husband. And while sitting in a jail cell in my early twenties, I knew I’d be a loving father and husband. My will was never broken nor in question.

My childhood trauma does not define me. I use it as motivation. And through my freedom of expression that motivation lives nearly in tangible forms. I set my goals long ago and now I’m setting new goals to will into being.

I can’t wait to see what the next ten years will bring. I am blessed. I am thankful. And please keep in mind, I may write about some awful situations, some of the darkest of places, and of thoughts no one wishes upon another- keep in mind that I am fine. More than fine. It’s important the bad is not forgotten with my abundance of good in the now. Much like the photo below. Taken a month before my father’s passing. I knew he was dying. I was on a bender, I look beat up, tired, real. I remember taking the photo and staring at it, taking in all of its reality. I know I don’t look my best, but I feel the thoughts that I had during the moment, simply by viewing the photo. This game of life is something to cherish. All of it.

Matt

ps- Thanks for being here.

It’s Tiger’s Fault ;)

I lost my sense of smell and taste. This is the first time I’ve experienced this. I have a hellacious sinus infection. Instead of getting antibiotics, I’ve been drinking beer.

The problem is Tiger Woods. He’s the reason I started playing golf. I remember well the swelling crowds filled with gushing emotions and admiration as they followed him. I had never seen anything like it; his effortless swing and ability with confidence while wearing a brilliant smile. Tiger was just 21 when he won his first Masters tournament. And just a bit older than me.

I don’t want to miss anything Tiger does while on the course. His ability seems to be creeping back into his game, and mind. I can’t possibly go to the Doctor and be put on medication while Tiger is on the hunt. He’s only one shot back, and today is moving day. If I start to take medication, I won’t be able to drink beer. That’s not an option. For many years I was single and the Masters tournament was my occasion to kick of Spring. I would literally take off work just to grab a twelve pack and a lime to rush home and watch Tiger. Yes, I enjoy the Masters, but it’s Tiger I can’t miss.

While having lost my sense of smell and taste, I’m not willing to break my tradition. It’s time for the Masters. It’s time for a few Spring beers. No matter where you are in the world, I hope you have an absolutely kick ass day.

Cheers!

Matt

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