I have always wanted to grow a beard. Not because I think it would look good, but just because. I never shave on the weekend, so I start the beard, but come Monday morning I shave before I start work that week. I think everyone at work would think I’ve lost it if I started growing a beard. My dad would grow a beard quite often. It just seems like a man thing. Well I suppose it is a man thing since woman proably aren’t growing any beards, at least not by choice.
Jeff's Life List
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1. make music
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2. reduce my carbon footprint
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3. Grow a beard and leave it for at least three months
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4. buy a house
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5. live life to the fullest
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6. catch up with old friends
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7. take up photography
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8. climb a mountain
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9. visit Ireland
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10. practice buddhism
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11. be more outgoing
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12. Keep a positive attitude at work
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13. write a blog
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14. get more fit and healthy
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15. not worry so much
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16. Move to Portland
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17. Volunteer for a political campaign
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18. I want to help save animals
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19. decide what the hell I would like to do with the rest of my life
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How I did it: I went to lunch with my mom, afterwards I told her. I explained my feelings for someone that I was dating at the time. I told her what the person's name was, it was unmistakable that it was a guy's name. So I didn't say I was gay right away. I told her I was very happy, and I was finally being honest with myself. I wanted her to be happy, too, and not to worry about anything. This was nobody's faul… Read how I did it…
This seems to happen to me every Sunday. I start to worry about Monday morning, returning to work, and the entire week ahead. It doesn’t matter how long I have been working and/or doing the same thing I just worry on Sunday. I wish I could just learn to relax and take it easy. I just want to take work as it comes and not stress about it all the time.
Music means everything to me. I discovered that I had a “talent” when I was around 9 or 10 when I started making up songs on the piano. I then joined band in middle school and played a trumpet. I was actually very good at it but the peer pressure in school eventually took over and I took my last band class my first semester of high school.
I never stopped playing music at home. Sometime during all of this I was introduced to bands like The Cure, Depeche Mode, Yaz, Erasure, OMD, The Smiths. I got my first keyboard, and then my second before high school. I would write my own “new wave” music and sing and had a great time. Life wasn’t always fun in school but I was able to escape all of that while doing music. This is still true today.
I eventually studied music again in college. I was in a band for a short time. This was all great. But now I have a 8-5 job. I am not really happy with the course my life is taking. If only I would have been more ambitious and less self conscious perhaps I could have done something in the music industry. I am a 35 year old now. I know I’ll never be a rock star and I’m really okay with that. I just wish I would have done something with my life that I can be proud of and really have a passion for. I don’t want to be at the end of my life with so many regrets.
I am going to continue to make music for my own enjoyment and peace of mind.
iClash Music
