By the looks of things, you’re one of the lucky ones who has found his, her, its way to my blog. Let me, if you don’t mind, take a moment to chronicle how we got here.
In the fall of 2010, I had a lot of stuff happen to me – some personal that not even my closest comrades know and some public that everyone knows. At any rate, these events changed me. They forced me to realize that life isn’t just meant to be lived via a holding pattern, perpetually circling until you’re cleared to land (and by land, I mean die). Life is meant to be tasted. It’s meant to be sniffed and touched and felt. It’s meant to give you goosebumps, make you cry and cringe. It’s designed so those who want it, can go out and get it.
I realized that I was not taking advantage of my life. In fact, I was taken disadvantage of it. Think about it…
All of the thinking and generating, lead to my very first tattoo. Down my right side, I had scribed “Veni Vidi Vici.” Translation: I came, I saw, I conquered. In 47 BC, in the city of Zela, Julius Caesar remarked upon his war with Pharanaces II of Pontus by writing down this now iconic phrase.
From this little seed, my idea of conquering has grown into quiet the endeavor. I’ve created a bucket list that houses every thing I have ever wanted to do before I die – some large, some small and some near, some far. As I tick these off, you’ll be the first to know.
Life is too short not to live it. So I vow to get out there and conquer it.