Through all my years of writing, I have become very self-aware. My process as a writer is something like this:
I start off by focusing on my raw emotions, figuring out why I feel the way I do. I then think about my friends, movies, other situations—whether politics, business, etc.—and then I write. A classic example is my concept on overcoming obstacles. I first looked at the fact that although I have made strives, and made my dreams come true, the fact is that no matter what, the issues I face never really went away, nor will they. Then I looked at other people and saw a trend.
The problem with this is I’ve become hyper self-aware. I know myself too well. I have an overwhelming understanding of my emotions. The chasm between what I have and what I don’t have is getting wider and wider, and I don’t like it. When I was a teenager, I understood that I could not drive, but it was okay because I was hanging out with my friends.
I try so hard to have a good...
I am a dreamer.
In every sense of the word, I am a dreamer. My dreams are very sexy. My dreams drive me every day.
Many people think of dreams as something that happens to them, but I think that dreams are something that you should chase with everything you have—all your emotions, all your resources, and then some.
The issue that I have is that I imagine life in two parts. In one part, I am normal. I have all the faculties that a good looking, intelligent, brute of a man has. This is my fantasy. The second version is achieving my dreams as I am, in a wheelchair. It’s a lot less sexy, but it’s achievable. Oftentimes, my dreams and my fantasy collide in my head.
Throughout my lifetime, many of my dreams have come true: living on my own, moving out to go to college, buying my first home, and now finding myself on the cusp of marriage to my beautiful Leslie.
Back to my colliding visions….
With every achievement or dream come true, there has always been a letdown...
Two weeks ago, I went to Vegas with my fiancée Leslie and a couple of friends. I went to the bar by myself to grab a drink. I asked the bartender if she had a bigger straw. At first, she said no. But after a while, she came back to me and said, “You know what? I have a five-year-old son…I should have one in my purse.” Then she pulled out a McDonald’s straw–my favorite!
The lesson here is:
Everyone should go out of their way just to make the lives of other people a little better. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to me.
A week ago, President Obama was on 60 Minutes and was asked what makes a President great. Obama replied, “Persistence.” Which really got me thinking about my own life. Everything great in my life has been the result of persistence. Over the last couple of months I lost the persistence that I needed to succeed. I felt myself starting to complain—not to others, but to myself.
The main thing that changed is I lost a little bit of my persistence. In order to succeed in whatever you do, you need to become doggedly persistent. Yes, you will annoy people. Yes, you will even piss some people off. But if you’re not annoying at least some people, you’re not trying.
My big dream of getting married comes with dreams within that dream.
The biggest one for a guy like me was rounding up the boys and going to Vegas for my bachelor party.
I always dreamed of going to Vegas with the boys and on the weekend of September 7, my dream came true. I had ten friends from childhood and college, as well as a couple of cousins with me in Vegas to celebrate this momentous occasion.
We had a blast.
It was relatively low key. We just watched sports, shot crabs, and had a nice dinner at a steakhouse. And, yes…I had a few cocktails. Perhaps the highlight of the weekend was staying up until six thirty in the morning with my cousin Babek, who introduced me to my fiancée Leslie.
I flew home on September 10. It was a quick 28 hours. Then I had to turn around and go back to the airport when Leslie arrived.
I can’t believe that she’s actually here!
I’ve been taking a month off to think about what I want to say and what I want to do, and one thing I decided is that my business needed a new look. So, I abandoned my old brand and created SourenaV.
I’ve been contemplating this particular change for about a year now, but it’s finally time. I have a lot going on in my life. I’m getting married in two months. Not only that, but I really want to start speaking again next year. As far as that goes, I made a lot of mistakes in the past and I don’t want to make the same ones over again, so I’m taking my time and doing it right. Also, my thoughts and ideas have changed so much over the last two years that it’s time I change and reflect that growth.
I will now write blog posts every other week rather than keeping the weekly schedule I started with two years ago. I’ve got too much going on in my life—and, for now, I’m going to give my attention to Leslie my fiancée, my...
I used to be obsessed with copying success. If I only had the right blueprints, I could turn into something big. As I grow older and more experienced, I understand that success cannot be copied but rather it can be emulated.
Success, unlike a great recipe, cannot be copied or replicated 100 percent. The components of success are not finite. There are numerous factors that go into success.
If you ask one hundred successful couples what made them fall in love, you will get one hundred different answers. One couple might go camping while the other couple might visit the opera. One couple might travel the world while the other goes to baseball games.
There are also many intangibles that people don’t think about, such as the way someone shakes your hand, the general aura about them, their smile, how people react to a situation.
There are guiding principles for success, such as hard work, discipline, taking advantage of opportunities, reading, learning about life, and many more....
On a hot summer day, a working mother comes home from the beach with her five-year-old son. They had a good day running around on the beach and playing. When they get home, the little boy decides to conk out in front of the television while the mother makes phone calls for her job. She needs to call New York and Boston. A half an hour into the call, she hears a big thud in the living room. The son knocked over a vase full of flowers.
The son was well-behaved. The mother was a model mom. She took her son to mommy and me classes when he was a toddler, taught him about right and wrong, and there was really nothing more she could do. But sometimes, boys will be boys, and kids like to get into things.
Without missing a beat, she cleans up the mess, tells New York that she will have to reschedule. She does not yell, she does not say, why me?! She understands that stuff happens.
In life, stuff happens.
You can do your best, do all the right things, yet stuff happens. It’s not your...
As I am publishing this, Kristi my manager for over two years is having a baby girl. And don’t worry, it’s not mine. (Haha!) She started working with me in the spring of 2010. It was a very dark period of my life. I was scared, but she made me put up a blog every week and two years later, I’ve only missed a handful because of the holidays. We have been through a lot. She has watched me get engaged, move into my house, and so on. But mostly, she helps me write. Recently, she just delivered the manuscript for my upcoming book that I want to publish next year. We tease each other and she’s like a big sister. What you are going to read in the next few weeks are a series of blog posts and tweets that have been written in months prior. I’m really happy and can’t wait for her to get back. After all, who else am I going to complain to?
Two years ago, I was wondering where my life would lead me. And now, I’m engaged. I am writing a lot more. I was hoping that everything would work out…I’m happy to report, it has.
It has been an interesting two years since I first put up the blog.
When I decided to finally start this blog, I was scared of, well, everything. There was a part of me that said I was coming to the end of my career. I had almost run out of money. My love life was non-existent, and look at me now.
Yes, my family got lucky. Really, really lucky. What I have learned from luck is that if you don’t embrace it, it will just go away. Luck in this case, dumb pure luck , came all the way…and our goal as a family is to make that luck last for generations to come.
I used to sit in my chair and wonder if I would ever get married. If I would ever have kids. And now it’s around the corner. When I mean around the corner, I mean I am going to get married in September or October. And...