It’s been quite a year, hasn’t it? I’ve been on lockdown like the rest of you, leaving little wiggle room for extracurricular activities. I thought I would’ve at least written a few more blogs with the stay-at-home orders in effect, but I’ve been busy creating art through life.
On the real, Instagram is my most updated social media platform. I love to take pictures. Instagram makes it easy for me to capture and share the moments in between these deep, meticulous blog posts. This blog is where I come when I feel the need to share my thoughts with everyone, and update you on the progress of an emerging writer. It’s tough these days to share anything without sanitizing it first.
Pandemia 2020 blessed me with the most interactive time with my sons since they’ve been in my life. It’s difficult getting on here without acknowledging the happiness and joy they bring me, by giving me the privilege to be their dad. They give me hope that there’s a chance my words will have a positive influence on whomever reads them.
I know the power of words can cause uplifting or dreadful changes in a person. I notice the difference in how I talk to my sons and how my dad talked to me. My grandpa could see the lack of fatherly guidance I missed when I stayed with him the summer of ’92, the summer after the Rodney King riots. I learned a lot about life and what it takes to be a man in the world from my grandpa. Years later, I understood that my father did the best that he could with what he knew, and I thanked God for the opportunity to be able to get that wisdom from my grandpa.
Now here I am, blessed with two young men growing up in turbulent times. The way I look back at 2020 is that things have been happening in the world for a long time: Ice Age, Pompeii, Nixon; environmental events, natural disasters and crooked presidents… we’ve been through this shit before. We still here. So for all of y’all who think this was a bad year and 2021 is going to be better, just wait and see. I know that I have a book to publish and some mouths to feed, and I know there are a lot of people waiting to read this memoir. Every week, new memories are refreshed that open up passageways to my younger days. It’s a trip! Meanwhile, I watch my sons grow and struggle with some of the same things I struggled with in my youth, and I’m glad to share the words and wisdom I learned and lived.
Happy New Year