First off, before I start rambling, I want to say that I really appreciate all the love, feedback, and positive mojo you all are sending me about this thing. My schedule has been crazy this past week, but I'll try to start writing a bit more often. Now, on to the real post.
Those of you who know me personally have my permission to skip this paragraph, as I'm sure you already understand how I operate (plus I'm really not one to sing my own praises, so I'll make this quick). I am probably one of the most level-headed, forgiving, accepting, and understanding people that you will ever meet (who is not either in a coma or dead, and as of 9:00 AM this morning I do, in fact, still have a pulse). I hardly ever hold a grudge, I don't often get jealous, I am incredibly patient, and there are very few things that truly upset me.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Page 2...
In the last post I boldly announced my plans...
And in the hours following that post, I caught myself seriously wondering what the hell I actually meant. I mean, it sounds great, but it's a probably a bit prolific for a 23 year old nobody living in Corinth, Texas. So I turned to the first place any internet-savvy person in the modern age would; Google. To say I was simply disappointed would be a serious understatement, but amidst the mix of half-naked pictures of Mike Myers as Austin Powers, home-made music videos for a certain Muse song, and not-so-relevant (albeit interesting) articles about about Wikileaks founder Julian Assange, and his ego-trip to British prison, I found my first lead:
"to reclaim the title of Man of Mystery and give it new meaning...own it."
Sunday, July 3, 2011
The Beginning...
About two weeks ago, while driving home from a friends and family sort of weekend trip, a Peterbilt eighteen-wheeler truck collided with my tiny two-door Toyota Celica. My dog and I had the extreme good fortune to walk away completely unscathed, but since the accident, I've had all manner of crazy thoughts run through my head. God knows what's going on in my dog's...
It started with the typical questions you would expect: Did all of that really happen? How did I survive the crash? How is every bone in my body not broken? Why didn't the F@*#ing airbags deploy?!? Then a bit more existential: Why am I still alive? What have I done with my life? What does my life actually mean? Now all of those questions have passed, but one thought has stuck in my head like the latest crappy pop song: Why isn't my life great?
I have a decent job, a place to live, food on the table, a college education, supportive friends and family, and the "all the opportunity in the world" cliche that, together, point to the idea that my life is in fact good...but let's be real for a second...What the hell does that even mean? How do those five things make me any different from 98% of the other twenty-something college grads in America? How am I unique? Its time to make a change...This is where that change starts.
There's no more room in my life for good, average, or ordinary...only awesome, atypical, unusual, and brilliant. I want to be remarkable. I want to reclaim the title of Man of Mystery and give it new meaning...own it. What all that entails, I'm not completely positive. More importantly...I intend to share it all with you.
So I'll start out with some semi-coherent ramblings, some things that I find important, and some stepping stones on my way to true Man of Mystery status, but to be honest, I have no idea where this thing is going to lead. Then again...isn't that half the fun? Would you even bother reading the rest of a book if the author laid out every twist, turn, and exactly how the story would end in the first 5 pages? What I'm really saying is stick around...This is just page one...and I'll definitely make it worth your read.
Until Next Time,
Eric Hawkins
Modern Man of Mystery (in Making)
It started with the typical questions you would expect: Did all of that really happen? How did I survive the crash? How is every bone in my body not broken? Why didn't the F@*#ing airbags deploy?!? Then a bit more existential: Why am I still alive? What have I done with my life? What does my life actually mean? Now all of those questions have passed, but one thought has stuck in my head like the latest crappy pop song: Why isn't my life great?
I have a decent job, a place to live, food on the table, a college education, supportive friends and family, and the "all the opportunity in the world" cliche that, together, point to the idea that my life is in fact good...but let's be real for a second...What the hell does that even mean? How do those five things make me any different from 98% of the other twenty-something college grads in America? How am I unique? Its time to make a change...This is where that change starts.
There's no more room in my life for good, average, or ordinary...only awesome, atypical, unusual, and brilliant. I want to be remarkable. I want to reclaim the title of Man of Mystery and give it new meaning...own it. What all that entails, I'm not completely positive. More importantly...I intend to share it all with you.
So I'll start out with some semi-coherent ramblings, some things that I find important, and some stepping stones on my way to true Man of Mystery status, but to be honest, I have no idea where this thing is going to lead. Then again...isn't that half the fun? Would you even bother reading the rest of a book if the author laid out every twist, turn, and exactly how the story would end in the first 5 pages? What I'm really saying is stick around...This is just page one...and I'll definitely make it worth your read.
Until Next Time,
Eric Hawkins
Modern Man of Mystery (in Making)
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